As moon in the time of day

Away from fashion and noisy places,
away from the people with stupid faces,
which feel important and always run,
i think - the sense in their lives are done.
To place which poor and like heaven - clear,
under morning sky i will meet you, dear,
the silence, the smell off your hair brown -
the center of universe - here right now.
Away from cities, away from crowd,
away from those, who are same and loud,
in place where silence and morning ray,
your beauty - as moon in the time of day.
And no one look on that beauty moon,
in time of night, or in time of noon,
and you like me, like my verse - alone,
our love like titan, like solid stone.
Parting for long, and oppressive pain,
and all those cuts on my heart and brain -
now i feel this all like a badly dream...
(you hear? its coming a new-day rain -
dealing all pain with refreshing stream.)
End of a struggle... of pain and dirt,
and i feel apogee of hopeless drift,
the sky is endless, i put new shirt,
honey, this day - is a heavens gift.





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Dear, those wounds on my skin dont hurt,
end of the struggle...of pain and dirt,
and i feel apogee of my hopeless drift,
the sky is endless, i put new shirt,
honey, this day - is a heavens gift.

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