Vegetation in my window! green color!
What to see on top of that to the root –
feel dizzy, vomiting;
I prefer water,
at least - fresh. Water - runaway of seats,
suburb, waterfront, arches, shelter,
from under the bridge - from the wedding the bride,
her surname - Serov.
Where as feminine! and so on life is like
it is dull, then all the wrinkles in the skin
uncontrollably, confusion, sadly,
Aspiration to the mouth
and anonymity. Wave is always striving
reflections, from the fate wash,
to mingle with the horizon, With salt –
from last pain.


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