I won't tell you how often I dream
Under the spray of fine autumn rain
High-rise outlines in the fog are outlined
Under the hand of the hard - pressed I
You're under an umbrella now sheltered with bad weather
We with him the two of your guard warm & nbsp; scarf
Through the emptiness of the rain I catch like a stroke of fire
So wicked, it is a pity fleeting glance
And the rain cleverly - cleverly understood me
Whispered, weaving in the rustle - & nbsp; pretend
A drop of spray in your face now I'll burn you
And you to the cheek of your beauty snuggle
And just touching, and as if by accident
Hair smell that smells expensive
So wind the sky fell in love quite desperately.
All the colors of autumn scattered over the ground
I don't remember seeing you with earrings before.
But this evening, they pricked my cheek
They'll remind me of Yesenin and the birches
When they stood under the rain, clinging…
Dreams, dreams. Sad surges
Tormented by a stupid, measured laziness
Souls of impulses-strange motives
Blossomed in the autumn of the old decrepit tree stump…
30.08.2019