near the ocean, by candlelight; around
field, overgrown with clover, shtavelem and lyutsernoy.
PE evening, exactly Shiva, hands,
wanting to reach a priceless.
Drop in grass, owl catches the mouse,
unjustly creaking rafters.
The wooden town sleep tight,
because the dream has only, what happened.
It smells of fresh fish, stuck to the wall
the profile of the chair, thin gauze sluggish
stir in the window; and corrects the moon beam tide,
how to crawl blanket.