Vladimir Morozov (poet). (№ 408297)

In the pitch haze of sunset,
When fate is in the balance
From the line where we once were
We will be able to understand what is high
Invisible world, de only shadows,
Where souls are like mirages...
But the porch creaks the steps,
And hedgehogs live under the porch.
And all earthly with the mountain together
And forms a series of lives,
As if the sounds of a new song,
Which you are immensely happy about.