Don't think about seconds from your height-
The time will come,and you'll accept that certainly:
They whistle as the bullets nearby...
The moments,
The moments,
The moments...
The moments are pressed into the years.
The moments are pressed into the centuries.
And I am unaware of the real:
Was it the first or was it the second blink.
And every blink has th' reasonable base.
The bells-which toll.
The signs-being drawn, etcetera...
And moments will then to u present:
The glory or the shame - or immortality!
From tiny moments - the rain consists.
The usual water downfalls from heaven...
And you are waiting half of life, at least,
When moment will come, only your's ever...
And it will come -
As one and a great drink
Of water in the heat of summer day sometimes...
In common, you must know your appeal
From first and to the last day of your real life...
by Robert Rozhdestvensky
The Moments
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