Boris Red. (№ 426565)

I didn't go to your dreams.
and in the crowd did not seem,
did not imagine in the park, where he lilac
rain, or rather - began
rain (I'll pull that line,
and I won't notice the other),
it blazned me, fool,
that I'm about to meet you,
it was you who appeared to me in a dream,
(and I was filled with
quiet tenderness), hair to me
on the temples corrected.
This fall, I even have poems.
managed in part
(but always missing a line
or rhymes - for happiness).