Book: Poems. Page 1

Searching is always no wonder,
It's much harder to find.
It is not destined to sail in the wind -
Swim even faster!

And there is a court runaway and delirium.

And the darkness, fog, dull snares.

Messengers from the kingdom of Satan.

Only an empty sound in a deep silence.

In his very awkwardness.

Deadly seduced by petals.

And he remembered, and repented, and swore.

Slightly hesitated - no sweetness.

Already long-awaited peace.

And your face shines.

Woodpecker,

Our whole world is created!

So neither right nor left!