Poetry
Dream of poet
(Machine translation - Google)
Night. Hot black coffee
Cools down on the table...
Someone's a stranger's profile
Rain draws on the glass!
Axiom
(Machine translation - Google)
I open the book of sacraments,
Breaking down the latest print...
How the fight inequalities
When the sound silence
Farewell
(Machine translation - Google)
I raise a black sail
And flows to the sunset...
Perhaps then I repent,
But there is no turning back!