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Poems and execution - Valeria Vladi Mira Karpilenko

They jump on my walls
Hares.
No,
Not sunny -
Ordinary,
With multi -colored ears
And red gloves
On the paws.
Breaking on plaster
Clawing
Fingers,
Inhaling pleasant
To disgust
Web smell.
They fall, somersault
On the floor
Through him
Squarey
Wooden mood
And his furry
Head.
Play hide and seek
Between the hair
Comblanded in the morning
Carpet.
Under mine
Cold
From the lack
Earth surface
Legs.
Laugh like this
What is from them
Carrot laughter
The neighbors wake up
Accusing me
In a shortage
Common sense.
Although they themselves
Accused by someone
In a shortage
Joy
Peresonny
The grayness of life
And abundance
Nastolokov
Topota.
Hares jump
My knees
Climbing
Before that
Iron pillars
Four
Monster.
Apparently they have
There is still
Some goal
And deeply philosophical
Motivation
Why and by whom
This world is created
And for some reason you need
Them
To my knees
Climb.
Do not look at me…
Enough!
So sadly look
And try to press on
A pity.
Perhaps we have long
Already
It's time to part
With you,
Eyeering candlestick.
You, even with your
Congenital vigilance
You can’t scientifically
Confirm
The presence of hares.
They scratch me
Hands trying
Make them a little
Warmer.
When it hurts
Ceases to be cold
And this is still
Not a lack of feelings.
The curtains are cut off
But this is nothing -
Can it be
Sorry for the curtains?
But tomorrow
I will wake up
At dawn
From the sun
And not wearing
Headdress
I'll go to the winter
Street
Saying goodbye
With a night,
Which in my house
Will not come back.
And for that too
Thank you
Multi -colored
Hares.
Reader, calm down.
This is just my poetry.
It is not necessary to look for meaning.
There is no point.
This time
You can just relax
But be sure
Let in
At least one
Hare in the Reds
Gloves
In his
Black and white
Life.