Viktor Sosnora. (№ 302699)

The tram passed and the noise stopped.
What to do, to wait, to leave,
To leave, broke down front door
breaking of the night the alarm clock.
From room idylls
Go on the bridge to smoke.
Knocking the alarm clock.
Detailed, even the sound.
Alarm clock. Hands folded
stuck to the twelve.
The arrows are supposed to
twelve to cuddle them.
The arrows, they are not difficult
to meet hourly,
to meet for a second,
and again for an hour to say goodbye.
And we for a second
it is not common,
and even very difficult
us every time to say goodbye.