And the black cabinet And in the trunk of a cartridge are waiting. Alll around so quiet that I hear is at a depth subway train. On the square shelves Dark at the end of line And the telephone this many years later Some whistles but somewhere slams the door And start wire. "Hello! We will be happy now and forever! "
Xeniya111 1 year ago
The lamp is not lit
And lie the calendars
And if you're given like something I say
So tell
Any sound is misleading
But the more terrible the silence
When in the midst of joy fall from the hands
A glass of wine.
Xeniya111 1 year ago