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< cinico
Moscow



The vicious circle through the mirror,
Dear lonely wanderer,
In the open, the unknown distance,
I release the solar hare.

Flee, my friend, without looking away,
While the sky is not a single cloud,
On the pavement,
faded by time On the stairs, the creaking of the burden.

Run, leaping, jumping higher,
By branches, wire, hurry - do not tarry,
Closer to home, where
under the roof One window covered with a curtain.

And, counting the pegs on the balcony,
On the cornice will not break barely,
You jump to it on the window sill,
And call me to ride on the swings.