Considering eyelashes

< Patri



Here you sit, unkempt, stoop,
All notebooks flipping pages.
Says, too old, too hot-tempered and stupid
. And I silently think eyelashes.
Here at the crease eyes, long nail,
I will tell about all your meetings.
Where to sit - a window or near the road,
where you fall in love every night ... your
Here is a little further - gray, which is strange at all,
After all, eyelashes do not grow gray ...
Wrong: turning gray - when in a vacuum
with longing your feelings thinning.
At the foot of the eye, the crowd beam,
Snuggling together three crumb -
They slipnulis to defend then,
saying that tear fun.
You sit and leaf through, combed, straight,
Speaking about the universe and the purpose.
I am sitting, dancing light. And I no longer have.
I think eyelashes through time.