Heavy moon, a clouds knight,
Sneaks at shadow, drops a light
At the fields, a growing wheat,
At the dusty russian street.
Here I walk, a stringent mind,
Hear like deaf and look like blind.
Only wind, wawing leaves,
This lone moment goes with me.
Here I come, a Kuban river,
To your sands and water-mirror.
I accept your mighty grace,
Here your crown and royal place.
Shiny diamond, horserace winner
Of the Queen Ekaterina,
Looks so good and goes so far
Open city Krasnodar.
Born to live and lonely stray
At the empty Kuban bay,
Here i walk, and maybe here
I will meet a ghostly peer.
Fade away a random kiss
Of the fair lady's lips,
Fallen trees and ruined plans
Of the autumn decadence.
No one knows a distant faith
At the midnight promenade...
2020 г., 30 сентября.
Midnight promenade
© Copyright: Даниил Диденко, 2021
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