Я есть - Как быть могло бы
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I don't know who remembers my miracles
This autumn on the map blurred by rains
continues to successfully go to ram
I don't remember who knows
I don't know who remembers
I dissolved in September divided by years
In the puddles in new boots, walking closer to school
Everything came together on one night where the music was heard
but there are no words to make out and only stars still shone in the sky
Almost summer light
Almost children's morning
In the grass of dewy on barefoot legs
Following the nip !!!
when it was morning and in the morning of life it was
I understood late
It was lost in it
Quiet warm that I was warming me under the blanket
I so wanted to have time to return
So I wanted to have time to return
So as not to cool
Remember
All outlines of my dreams
And the clock ticking is not safe
After all, they knew
that I did not believe them yet and did not serve each other
and were not at all familiar
I closed my eyes to see
How the shooter was moving
And between them
Only the rustle of leaves
Another touch of the window
My old poplar
They cut you off
now not at all as it was
But everything in me and everything froze !!!
Already forever
I remember there
to every fine dust on the carpet
my job
I was to wear food from the kitchen
We ate in the hall
And it smelled delicious
And there were people
But it is already more difficult for me to remember them
I let go
Let everything be as it is and I don't strive for something
let it be as I left
who does not understand that and did not understand anything
And all from the beginning
All the way should be passed by yourself
Walking through the days
I thought a lot
And falling asleep
I wandered around the worlds
and did not consider it a miracle
that everything created everything
that everything was there as it should be
Everything is really here
for everything in the answer
the children remained those who forgot how to suddenly dream and just believe
naive and good light
I stumble
I'm flying somewhere
as if I am completely lost forever
I grab the walls for a year
Tearing his fingers
knocking down nails
Trying to emerge where the sun was
But only the wind whistles in my ear
And scary to me all this is just a quiet horror
that everything is not true
all the priest and at the fork of each of the roads
Autumn meets
And it will be tomorrow
The same rain and the same tears
And I will never know how to be