Chamber resort

< Maria Vinokourov
Gatchina



How sad Puppy, February puddle done.
But so what? Cares a great deal.
You popped rashristanny and a cold,
Eyes squinting from the sun, like a mole,
And go over gray avenue,
The bus quickly popped,
In the minds of holding vector
Serious plans - current asset
. You shall be driven, not that that is too rough:
The crowd, elbows schupaya edge,
Headphones connected to YouTube,
Through the eyes of sleepy - in a dirty glass
Charter, will compress to stop,
And spit like a candy wrapper on the pavement.
Teeth grab gently and awkwardly
For trouser leg playing in February,
And, looking at cute puppy eyes,
As if you - the owner, no reason
School in the branches, Volodina frail ass,
Tail splashing exterior of cars.
You spend too much time in your head the same vector,
Winter puppy drooling cursing,
But hidden behind the sternum a gentle one,
Waiting for the evening: to throw the anchor - Tired of works - in my world, to
berth My Soul to moor your board.
And immerse yourself in peace, without beginning,
And without end - our intimate resort.