Road..

< Leah Altukhova



Knocking wheels ... road, the road again ...
And where the curve will bring?
Again, from threshold to threshold,
Again, I live three for the year.

In this frenzied race for a while,
Clenching his hands and squeezed whiskey,
"Plus" I think all the losses,
In order not to die of boredom.

Forest rustles invisibly behind the glass,
Prior to adjusting the limit nerves.
Anything remember there were forces.
Anything! Not you!

The heart with the mind today in the quarrel.
Gritting his teeth, draw a portrait
Himself! Eye color of the sea.
Himself! for millions of years!

Smoke cigarette not dispel
The cold that scolded me thoroughly.
How to force myself to believe again?
How? When neither pity nor tears.

Knocking wheels ... he told me is always more expensive.
Knocking wheels ... and an endless path.
All of us something in this life skhozhi-
All the former does not erase.