Ольга Кузнецова - Лошадка
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Grin -haired horse
Rides in a red circle,
In the greenery of the summer park
The horseshoes ring for a long time.
Strange childhood riddle -
There was no devoter friend
Than a gray horse
Small.

I wash my tears furtively -
The same and tighter.
Uniform masonry
The day is multiplied by day.
Everything, it seems, is in order in life,
And jumps in an eternal circle
Grin -haired horse
Small.

I drop lines in a notebook,
I'm waiting for a dumb blizzard
The sky is a holey tub
Swing every morning.
Again, neither in front of it, nor Shatko,
As if rolling in a circle
A gray life is a little life
Small...