Cleanliness

As people live, can be judged by an urn in his room. Today was the shovel contents n the stove and so glad - just crumpled paper (unnecessary poems and notes), the instruction from some medications and a broken pencil. Good!



P.S.

Heart pure, clean

high, high.

Thoughts faster, faster,

and snow far

extend outside,

and inside the sand

skip ptashechki springtime,

forgetting about melancholy.

Skip tithe-mushechki,

shore, coast ...

I'm sitting on opushechke,

and the spin of the blizzard.

I stand at the Birch,

quietly sing.

Someone small pink

hear my song.

Well me chunk

go barefoot.

If this is not heaven yet,

I'm not familiar with it.

I know not of Eternity,

Yes, and how can I

in the middle of infinity

stand on the run?