We were cherished Path
Today, in light sleep at night.
You're covered in blue
He wraps up, sloping to me.
AND, in reality not knowing caress,
Always tomivshiysya from wounds,
The ineffable, carotid tale
I held your sweet mill.
How were endless folds
Your clothes blue…
And in my heart there are no more mysteries:
Yes, You and reality - with me.
22 Martha 1902