Mounds of memory
Maria Khamzina
I say, laughing-Hello, my the good!
how many winters have passed, snow to the edges of the mountain...
You're just a network already abandoned,
Will dabble in them and sturgeons.
Red caviar seconds pay for summer time,
The right sandwich, butter on bread shame.
You have patience a bit- we're already past,
Slow water pours down on us from heaven.
After your generosity, a strange aftertaste -
eat, honey, eat, it's someone else's life.
Incomplete thirty years between the two bites,
Memorial drink honey, and then lay down.
Sleep in a fur hole where the root lace
Sleep to the limit, where the stars flow over the edge...
If you don't..Yes, if only not found!
Sleep until the end of time. Just don't die.
