Igor Lazunin. (№ 421540)

The shore runs away and into the water
Enters better than the best jumper.
Shaggy Yard Breed Day
The sun bent on my lap.
Reflections in the lake sink,
But there is no trace of the ripples.
Without hesitation, the heavenly toga
He tries on water.
I saturate my soul from the belly
September, dissolved in verse.
Life, like seeds, husks muse.
The world around is in a golden husk.