I got lost in three pines:
A pine tree – your soul,
Your love is another pine,
And the third is my life.
Like only three pines
And their outlines are clear,
But don't get away from them, I know,
So close is their embrace!
Oh, if they could stand forever,
Oh, if I could wander forever
And the meaning of their secret understanding,
Do not separate yourself from them!
April 10, 1974
(at the Komsomol meeting
at school in the village of Yurovo Bronnitsy station,
Suburbs)
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From old notebooks.
Not previously been published.