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< Felix Komarov



Solitude printing.
Whether to cry, eh remain silent.
Or walk, forgetting himself,
Living on a tear.
We do not need anyone,
Only one God.
Everyone in God alone.
Everyone - the lonely god,
What is flying over the waters.
Each white thread shit ...
Every old Frankenstein.
Driven all his vzashey.
Denied, betrayed,
Speaking of all: «Very good!»
. We are all the leaves in the wind.
All of us in the morning haze.
All we leave in their turn,
When the plant is over.
We are the rays of the sun and drive
He continues his whim.
We wave and ocean
Mourners hurricane.
We sewing, seamstress and God ...
Cross, cross. I and I.