Another autumn poem...
Learn to get up at half past five... Is it a deal? Of course, not. Into the autumn we run and dive... All the warm scarfs have been already bought... We love it not due to its golden ringing, but thanks to its damp longer evening... If you reflect the stars, The Milky Way becomes your path... Trying to light the candles in random and homeless messages... trying to write speeches for millions of living man-watts not warmed by anyone... Again we rush we run we manage We try to change and rearrange... But everyone who's found their place is almost eternal... Anyone who's lost everything earthly is almost holy... Bloom in the winter - Learn not to be the first... Protect your nerves the most We were taught that there was nothing new under the moon... I carry my word, I carry a word in the dark, I bloom...