And why was I a black man? –
Did not kiss visiting Prim
Do not wait for the darkness,
Did not break off in a throw of buildings,
Didn't call it "pilgrim."
We are the children of match boxes,
Whose light is timid and timid,
And smells like earwax.,
But are wood square,
Like a peaceful atom on a grid
Of the second lieutenants of Kizhi.
Time to bail, majors. ,
Crossing the slopes
With waste trade, tears
Higher distillation product, -
Under the lamentations of Finn
Praise Ostrovsky's "the Storm»
For the description of Babi dope –
Someone with a kind of gait
Come to tame hunting? -
Let maknet, it will cool, -
With weather like that, sleep tight, -
What to keep and not to let? –
Not occupies not the that would to return –
Fate is a fortune-telling saucer
Already had a ride,
And cracks instead of hugs,
No kissing, no cursing –
But it's worth a little focus shift –
Visible stretch, rigging,
Remained rock from castling,
From probability – dotted line,
From expectations-a grin,
Unnecessary was the rush,
And the past is black holes.
Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.