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< Leah Altukhova



During a meeting with you at least half the kingdom,
even in return for only a fig.
For a long time we have not seen, hello,
under a sky of indigo color.

As a child and so frantically
risking reason, all-in, but
I go. You take for the cause,
and I become a prisoner.

From your skin, the copper-spicy
burning smell like from the broth.
But fear comes stubbornly
and brazenly Medusa the Gorgon.

RISK. I hide in the palm
face, as if waiting for a catastrophe.
Towards three steps today
to you, like going to Calvary.

Too shy to ask your pen.
I hesitate to call your name,
without the right to hope for the case.
We too razluchny now.

Your city, desperately hot,
under the canopy of branches of cypress trees.
I am torn Hopeless Yalta,
as a schoolboy in barbarisok package.

RISK. In the station
songs under the sound of heels to the underworld ...
Domchalis, without, as it were, and if,
even in a car with reserved seats.

And to melt from the heat of candy,
but still finish the ordeal.

Today, once again the first day of summer.
For a long time we have not seen.
Hi.