Splashed green foliage
On my dark pants
Hissing red boiling water
You have hope again
I am walking along the path
The wind is like life is dying
Smell mixed with autumn
You want to prove to me
Shimmer black spots of my eyes
Crying smile raise the sun's rays
Old houses lean into a dream
At the threshold sweep wet brooms
Cleaned the path, sweet smoke
I miss my cloudless childhood
My home is again in glass ross
No one else wants to go to my house
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© Copyright: Виктор Ольберш, 2019
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