I never was alone
When sun had many lines.
They seemed to be a light
Between black hands of time.
But people were as cranks,
They seemed to be strange birds.
I see them and say :"Thanks,
It's better - walk in words"
In song from World of words
It's a fairytale, as snow
That falls in summer oats.
I say to it :"I know,
My miracle is, so,
In hands, and also head,
My sun in winter - a low
As on abbey road black cat's."
I never was alone
© Copyright: Марья Шабарова, 2012
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