Quiet. And it will be quieter.
Flag useless omitted.
Only the wind vane on the roof
Sweetly sings about the future.
Wind in half the sky pitch their,
Smoke and the sun excited,
Poor cock fascinated,
In the depths of the blue tipped.
The terms of the dormer window
My Face, like a halo, decorated.
Profile face wax
Correct, free and relieved by.
Resin, fragrant cooking,
Dali perpetually foggy…
Sweet songs I flyugarki:
sing, tin rooster!
July 1905
