It's too late to regret anything now,
And I don't regret anything;
I'm just looking at the sunset copper
In the silent and deserted alleys.
Probably everyone would like to live
Another circle in this life,
But if nothing can be changed -
Why these stupid thoughts?
I was glad that the books were given to me,
What could beauty in the world see,
And in the splash of the wave to hear the whisper of the moon,
He could love and he could hate...
Feel the happiness in the enchanting dreams
And Express it in verse,
See how Botticelli Spring
Walking with bare feet...
What could I have wept over the verse
Yesenin and Gumilev...
What was sent to me by heaven besides
Poetry is a wonderful word.
19. 02. 2017.