Where ends the world?
Was looking for the road.
Maybe birds flying
Will give me the opportunity
To find the end,
As the ball of thread?
Or go straight?
How to reach the stars?
That's the horizon, there
The sky fell to the bottom.
The night had twisted winds
In scroll paintings.
Went, where the meeting of the orbits —
Not feeling sorry for myself.
And continued peace,
I met you!
