We all just patterns

< Felix Komarov



We all just patterns
On the frosty glass.
Our lives - replays ...
And always
away Those who praise,
Those who curse.
Inevitably, as the autumn:
We fall asleep once.
We fall asleep and patterns
There will also flicker.
And the great mountains
White bird flying.
Our gods, goddesses,
Sparkling snow
On a clear picture,
Where only a great laugh.