I am a little world made cunningly
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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