The Dawn
The fog over the road has gone.
Dark clouds are hurring somewhere today.
Town houses are staying so lone.
The cub is hovering road slowly
Fatigued driver, cigarette's smoke.
The trees are noisy, reeling so foully.
The wind is rocking a lock.
It's a morning already... It's dawning...
I'm looking forward in such a long way.
And my apathetic stare is catching
Flaring light of the lamp far away.
(с) Kivlov, 28.06.2006
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