Author of quotes: Victor Krechetov

Love to be and to be that poet,
To write sonnets to gray hair
And ghostly looming silhouette
A pipe in the power of dreams.
And meetings to expect the unexpected hourly,
And eagerly look unintentional to catch
Look at all the other indifferently,
And God too for that thank
You still live in this world,
That somewhere else in here,she lives
May says the poet,
Lost in thought, standing at the window.