i think that english is quite stylish
and i’m about to make some rhymes
obscure or not — before your eyes
they stand soundless, saved from the vanish
i want to be sincere — this form
is new to me. first try of feather
in this mode of creation; whether
is dignified my will or not —
i’d like to sculpt the mortal fear
of being threshed, exposed, forgotten
i’d like to praise immortal autumn —
Sir Pushkin’s favourite time of year
i urge to say the words of love
addressed to whom it may concern
to you, to god, to some unknown
at now eyewitness of my brush
i struggle to remain in scripts
this idle habit moves my thoughts
from A to B, where stand the ghosts
of never built and risen crypts
these are some pieces of word dust
cut of my soul with stream of time
don’t lose the point, Sophie, — u r mine
and i’m forever yours
feathеr try
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