The evening is a woman
Stretching her leg
On my bed.
The hair of an osier
Outside
Shivers in the rain.
I've sat at this desk
Long enough
To get used
To an empty room.
A universe
In a cold cup
Spills on the pages
Yet
To be written.
IV
© Copyright: Егор Лановенко, 2009
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