Waiting for snow

< Inna Spring



Everything is passing, everything repeatable ...
You are recognized in the invisible sky.
All repeatable, everything passing,
Everyone is free, but shall find the way.
Wind flying will be on the vane,
Cold something ... is it really from the south?
Miracle dotted in the light of neon,
Wisdom, as usual, Solomon.
These iyuli, The middle of summer ...
The bottom of the well Baudelaire spleen
Is lined, is covered with translucent,
You seemed to me a house dacha -
Thin fingers, veins streams ...
Everything happens in the world with us.
Prior to the snowfall, before the first snowstorms
Wait contacting bird trills.
In the far corner under the roof of uncomplicated
Build a nest ... quiet Twitter can not hear you.
"Do you want to - call, and you do not want - do not» -
Waiting for snow to wait for snow ...