And it was under the guise of the Stars.
He is smiling at someone's story,
Whiling away the quiet night.
And thoughtful conscience,
Quietly floating above the abyss,
Gone time away.
And in the hands of, once strict,
There was a glass of glass moisture.
Night went to the palaces,
slowing down.
And jingled Migi,
And rang the moisture in the heart,
And teasing green bunny
The crystal dogorevshem.
And in the cupboard asleep books.
There - a carved antique door
He clung naked boy
On one wing.
9 January 1907
