Vladimir Reshetnikov. (№ 347907)

Is not the sky again
Above us is blue.
I live
Another will say, was...
With the rebuke that it is not right,
In the evening sunset
Painful bloody
We will look back down.
And in the morning in the knife
The rains will go with evil.
I mean you alive
The other said, was...
No more sky!
In summer, in winter.
Will not, with whomever, wherever
Neither were we.