It is a memory or something

< Anshe



Will ever selection:
eternal autumn or a spring;
Plain tomorrow or today graben.
Hour anticipated errors,
means the whole truth will be exposed,
cognized, I said aloud, his arms and burned,
and to hiss extinguished large hail.

Smolder autumn weekdays - old easel gouache, curved cabinet,
Eyelet of mugs of coffee with drops of blood.
It has been, and will be passed:
hastily sewn up his sleeve black
white shirt; Heads red line
in a ragged notebook, thrown to the head.

Again, this is not about something - some two wander in his world,
but must choose a plain itself.
Again, one girl
yearns for the spring, invented in the morning
old summer, and it becomes not good,
softer melted plasticine ...

Girl rare fool.
Cheese melted seen clouds,
sea ​​buckthorn oil and the rays of the gate - Prismatic world welter
. She imagined his next hand,
and she became the all-powerful and high,
build yourself unnecessary gritty city ...