Димон Колоколов - За порог заалел восток
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Behind the threshold!
The east was
There is a deadline
And it shuts down under the spoon.
For the threshold,
In a duffel bag pie,
How many roads are there
Ahead in the set.

The meeting will be at the bridge
Before the campaign
To protected places
Pure water.

How many lines
Lay down in the rhyme,
Without leaving it in it
For others and places.
And sprout
I could manage
Get on the stones
As if in protest.

The meeting will be at the door
Before the conclusion
Full room of people
On the clean water.

Locked up ...
It's hard not to leave
Having broken in the hearts
All locks and doors.
In Rus',
No matter how you turn
And in a living chest -
Only thirst to believe.

The meeting will be at the gate
Before going
On a steep solstice
Yes, clean water.