And though we cry
Tears dropping dry
Upon the screen
No one has sin
The hopes are green
You must agree
It`s not in use
The chain haven`t fused
Can`t say a word
To save the world
The peak we`ve climbed
Is just a line
Between the walls
The voices calls
For falling leaves
The winter - thief
Of our dreams
Of our thoughts
It always seems
To be involved
Into the process
In your mind
Acts as a clothes
Of some kind
That gave a warmlessness too soon
The summer`s over
Where`s the June?
It`s not so easy here to stay
In autumn day
Just single day...
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"-копаясь в стареньких блокнотах-"
31.10.2007