I could be your march-mad universe
You ran into me in a cocktail dress
I guess it's time now to write a verse
And time to guess
So, let the honey and wax fill the combs:
The outdoor springs.
I am a timer exploding a bomb
That never rings.
Time for a cough and time for a smile
Time to be reader, time to be author
Time for those who live for a while
And die after
Well, I could be your mad universe
That would be a petty crime
(steal a bag with empty space in it)
I know it's time now to write a verse
That cancels time
For a minute
Prologue
© Copyright: Анатолий Михайлов, 2008
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