Catherine Dedukh. (№ 322840)

The wind is quiet babble of the pale quinoa
The sun lightly dancing in the black water.
My life will fill in the uneven lines of the black series
Like the sun - beam into the well. Let them burn
Deep... Funny to think: if I were Il not be
After my life will continue somehow:
Will read and catch (well, without me)
Bunny sun - the rest continue to fire.