All came to pass.
So strange and ridiculous ...
In a lonely dark city,
I hold in my hand
Palm impression -
Once asleep heat ...
scattered
In the corners and shelves
subsided
According crack soul
Zhmus to you -
Uncomplainingly and Kolka
Again, you hurried after me ...
back alleys
dead-end,
Autumn is not sad,
A bitter,
And the words do not say a word ...
defoliation
Wings of a butterfly ...
A little sad love poems Eli Grieg "Listopad of moth wings" from the cycle of poems "errors."
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