I am a little world made cunningly

. Johne Donne

Without any sound
I entered the room.
- This world is too compound,
It leads me to my doom...

I saw asleeping poet
Had written those frase
Feels were extremely overt,
I caught somebody's gaze...

And now I'm frightened,
I cannot drink and eat,
I recollect: he lightened,
and lightened his seat;

I'm trembling in my hollow
My soul cannot breath:
Unknown shadow follows
My smarted head-less.

 Осень 1998 года


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