Piter is not a beautyful town:
Gloomy, dirty and worn-out,
Doesn’t’t love his people, proud,
Full of wonton advertisements.
Doesn’t have a loving sight
Smooth –but only spires, towers,
And the dreams become quadrat
Against godly reckless power.
It is not the town I love.
Iohann was sent to save it,
But it couldn’t understand,
Or was slow in comprehending.
It is not a town of gold,
Where sometimes I was walking,
Sinful, simple and on earth,
Town of yesterday for godly.
Piter is not a beautyful town
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2014
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