Boris Red. (№ 270901)

Played violinist in the autumn Park, I quietly listened and stood.
I was alone - at least I didn't notice.
I cried and was shaking hands with the space bound.
Even though I knew that was a lie sounds, but I was afraid of the silence.
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So life in the fresh page opened presents in front of me.
... The world will become pure, will be the new, like thy heart,
just underline the word and silence music - silence...