To flee from the people. From minds. From the being.
In quiet to be. Through the transparent tears
Just mutely without emotions and feelings
In star-night to see into sky underneath.
Somewhere, - I believe, - in the suburb of universe
Another exclusive is speering in space.
As me, it will nothing but isn't perverse.
It's only in talking with stars face to face.
And glances will fabulate somewhere in ages.
Explosion will happen on account the touch.
Forever in cosmic historical pages
New star will be shining so stately and much.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=511145
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 13.07.2014
автор: Роман Селіверстов