Sleeping city*
Naughty cold wind
Tears the autumn leaves
From dancing drunk trees
And the night sings of winter
Carelessly flying those leaves
Beneath the din of lone machines
In the moonlight the sleeping city
Swims being cold and needy
Into an abysmal blue sky
Branches of dreams are digging
Don't remember what was and wasn't, I
On the crumpled paper of agony
Not knowing the senses of lines
Scrolling towards a new sunrise
Passing the roads of boredom
I'm approaching spring once more
Might it be world's far from reverie
But the breaking cold isn't scary
When someone in a distance
As thousands of stars matters.
Sleeping city
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2025
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