One – heart thrills hardly, for to breath
A talkative rain stayed there, beneath;
Two – may be me? Or – may be not?
Who will command and put the dot?
Three – your will hear an angel voice
And low-tuned dirge – so make your choice.
Four – feel my fingers on your cheek,
Remind past minutes of our week.
Five – drink a silence, take a rest
And I will leave my kisses on your chest.
Six – look at mirror of the night,
Draw with your smiles this moonlit flight.
Seven – your losses hardly sigh,
And a king-violet grows high.
Eight – take a kernel of the Time:
It’s nothing but a blooming lime.
Nine – you’ll be born, you will come forth
Landed my love-exhausted earth.
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