So the window began to grimace
Only instead of glass & nbsp; candle fire in the window climbed
The day nor so through it climbed
The night is too dark
Trees listen to the smell of the weather
Leaves the branches are touching at the heels
All around, as always
And the window began to grimace
Sweeps & nbsp; thoughts & nbsp; broom raw autumn
Preparing to meet the ice in the shower
Preening robber
Him on a date go, & nbsp; Rob under a beautiful moon
And no one & nbsp; or what does not explain
Why short & nbsp; life, and after it live not want
And lie sleeves on the hands of & nbsp; the short
The entire length
I'll probably go and get out
To the door from which the key is lost
And I'll probably stay awhile
A little here, a little close to
There, outside & nbsp; so – same sing songs
And when they are tired, & nbsp; songs are sung & nbsp; wearily
I'll probably stay there until I get back.
It's not just the key that gets through the keyhole
The keyhole gets loud and quiet
Who stands at the door must not fall
And if you fell, & nbsp; let & nbsp;dream of graves
And let death lead with bee venom
From honey to honeycomb cellular shutdown
After all, we were born not to call, but to speak
Until the last ring of the phone
And the fire of the candle in the window all grimace
And I feel cold, & nbsp; like hunger
Draining buckets of rain from the sky
And if they get tired, it will snow
Here it is invisible, but clearly audible
Like a heartbeat in a cage
So while there is no desire to be reborn
In addition, & nbsp; who else does not mean anything