Valery Petrosyan. (№ 399966)

Come on sadness veto,
when you can't sleep till dawn,
when you're in the mirror without looking
remember the gray strands.
Silence weaves intrigue,
don't pretend - read the book,
sadness weaves the heart has a cocoon -
wait with me at the blue Windows.
The city went to the fog Acacias,
soul calling it to get lost
and the wind the cherries in a white shawl,
lightly touching, comforting.
Cry, if it helps,
and rain near the Windows whispering,
what is spring not autumn - summer...
come on sadness veto.
Valery Petrosyan