How do you get a fine line ...

< Felix Komarov



How do you get a fine line?
We wounded freedom ...
And wanders heaven exile,
In the ring of its nature.

Three ........ three neduga-
Repel, attract, not to see ...
And curled up in fright,
Clarity hate life.

Towering, humiliated ...
Red-haired clown on a platform ...
From myself and the life I toil ...
And I dream of a country churchyard.

Let's call it freedom.
I call it the flight.
But, running from monsters,
I see myself in someone.

And it hurts penetrating wound,
And the freedom in it flickers ...
Today I get up early,
Brew tea with strawberries.

Where are the others? Steam over a cup of ...
Burns soft lips ...
Was it, was not the day yesterday?
There is a moment or an eternity?

Or just a reflection,
Waiting for the end mirrors?
Off annoyance and somnenya-
Full day of his affairs.