… Still,
I loved you, loved you, loved you!
And
it does not end - does it settle to the bottom ...
I
broke you like a precious donut -
And
the soul,
like
a white tablecloth,
was
leaked with shabby wine!
You
gave color to my thoughts,
and
images to the body,
Remaining
- just a noise,
like
the sea in a shell in your ear ...
But
what really was there - what kind of business, Lord!
It
is important - as it will be.
And
it will be - as I write.
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