greencatina @ 2009-04-03T00: 06:00
minor springtime -
not yet gone cold -
What are you murlychesh the subway rumbling under
a train?
What whispering furtively, where?
Who do not you calm down?
Outdoor reigns in March,
Both air and pure and deep,
And the sun, curled up into a ball,
Kitten bosom blinks -
Ah, the age would wander down the street ...
But nagging early spring -
And the nights are still red -
What are you strekochesh with me,
Why you call for the return
strangled in the room,
in which the frozen winter,
in which both of us unhappy?
minor springtime,
Only shagnesh over the threshold -
asleep in the bosom ray
wake up and slip away.
silently rolled forward evening
The house zadyshitsya easier -
This is a quiet schebechesh? ..
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