A C R O T T Y Vonya thinks in the soul of her teeth, I catch words in the streams of feelings; And fame - admiringly rude, Trusting as a string, Or trusted as a bullet, Instant, like my life, Il eternal - I do not want. I melt, sginu in the general buzz. Rastayu ... But, having come down from the tops A collapse of sincere feeling, Inglourious words of the soul, Her embraced to the crunch, Robey, waiting for you in silence. You just touch - and, perhaps, the Chords of thought will alarm the rumor. Poems of different years (1957-2017)
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