Time to be bored
Maria Khamzina
No need...the erased words-
Amber placer.
You know I'm still alive,
Until the first autumn.
To the first prossedi, to lie,
For the good of said,
And dials, as cakes,
Hope smeared.
My cross will not nazovut-
Carried, and thrown.
Crumbs and sticky moments
Stuck to the sheets.
A forgotten dream, as an old enemy,
Sneaking around midnight...
and something seems to be wrong -
It's almost Sunny.
