I walk along the street in tiny town,
Beside me under bridge the river blinks,
In soft and dreamy clearance I drown,
No one there lives.
The bricks are sinless and it makes me cheerful,
They are so quiet, like in the forests monks.
They give me evidence, don’t interrupt me, careful,
And share life with me, as it along them walks.
I walk along the street in tiny town
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2009
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