Александр Дулов - На краешке лета
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Wormwood turned white

Poems by V. Popov

Wormwood turned white, chewed by St. John's wort
And stood such crazy dawn.
Wash your hair with rain water
In the middle of high grass and on the edge of the summer.

I ran into a forestry abandoned house,
She said offendedly: "My dear, where are you?"
I kissed you on the threshold of a fishing line
In the middle of high grass and on the edge of the summer.

Your lips smelled with meadow grass,
Field flowers, and the sun, and the wind.
You were like a bird captivated by me
In the middle of high grass and on the edge of the summer.

I didn't want to let you go for anything
As if he believed in some evil signs.
And now I can't find a trace
In the middle of high grass and on the edge of the summer.