Are your mistakes not becoming to you?
They are already ingrained in the whiteness of the paper,
The letter went to distant farms,
Cherished as an epilogue from the Saga!
Steel horses an hour will deliver,
A square of happiness or grief can,
An untimely shelter is ready for him,
In closets, on shelves, or somewhere stricter,
Read thought after thought, sinking into the brain,
Injuring the soul, but otherwise is a joy,
Reader or reader! Words magic gloss, -
Rejuvenation is not a little!
Or is your comma not becoming?
There are no stops of heart palpitation,
Whether the point is missed, means-a door,
Leads the end to the beginning, not to the end!
Plot lines, above the line, seduces,
Among the dots, commas-a lot of phrases,
But the eyes of readers, so often returns,
Phantom-between the lines, missed more than once!
Two senses, three, sixteen, twenty-eight,
Seek and repent, rejoice, groan!
Spring frost, June in the wet autumn, -
Sam-dot, comma, exclaim!