Last thing

< Leah Altukhova



Hundredth, recently, it.

Mom, you do not ask, sick.
Strong coffee per thawing,
More so as not to trust anyone.

Outside, a sudden and February,
Where it does not know and do not meet.
You have snatched my handkerchief over his shoulders,
Words are not necessary. However, I'm not sorry.

I'm not hurt, I'm the fighter,
What fearlessly and to the barricades.
You must understand, it is not necessary,
Just contact played a creator.

I do not know why
I wrote to him.
I was flying.
Not the end, the beginning of another ...
Hundredth.
Last.
Him.