I go - and fleetingly.
Evening - and the gas ignited.
Music is irrevocably,
Aimlessly my.
They look at the gateway,
Where grinder sighed over his shadow…
Do werewolf meeting?
I do not see the red of my girlfriend?
I look and look carefully,
May be, too hard yet…
And - suddenly - a shadow conjectural -
Freestyle maiden in a fiery cloak!..
The fire! Come out for a turn:
In the eyes of your band is still…
And she'll ring inseparable compress
The snake's lair.
9 Martha 1905
