Olga Fedorovna Bergholz. (№ 354636)

Now you all think you:
and a triangular sail on the Bay
and swift the catcher,
and foreign verse,
and the track star
fallen quickly.
All - yours, all - call and hint.
You're so full of myself
so glad you like the sail alone
and so cruel to his friends sometimes.
Oh, it will last for a magic time.
You prove the world is inevitable,
well, you're just you, no affinity, no relationship,
that loneliness is unbearable.