October without a shore
Again, I look at window
I am looking at the leaves a joy
And I'm laughing
Again, I breathe its smell
unfulfilled hope. It has the smell of October
So deep and boundless . . .
I'm not hurry up
And just wait for miracles
Rare and little sleep
Abruptly lose weight
Heavy and high payment
For what would expectation
Was nearby In short sleeps - dreams
Past, I look at window
Although I'm twelve again.
The sky is for everyone
Smell unfulfilled hope.
I am drowning in October without a shore.
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