Wake up again to watch though all
And pass over the daily storm
If you thought to stop walking through
You did not appear in the doom
Each time the morning sun lit high
It smelled like grass, like blue skyline
One sees the nature, downtown fuss
And hates the later, th’ former loves.
By chance from out of the past
Remembering brings along askance
The smells and sounds warm and soft
Now he’s in hatred, then he loved
15.10.2005.
Now in hatred-then in love
© Copyright: Александр Попугаев, 2014
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