This was dissolved in the air
Made its way through the cosmos
Via the holes in our heads
Flowing through like a thought
Welcome lost in the winds
Undomesticated poem
In the foggy torrent of conscience
Your lines like fish will be caught
1 January 2015
(Translation from Russian original: http://www.stihi.ru/2015/01/02/1655)
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