The city is tired (Скрипник Ольга)

The city is tired
The flash lights in my
Dream
Sad moon  is smiling,
Smiling at me.
Open the door,
And you will hear
The music and beat. 
Or may be that 
Your  heart beats
Or may be that 
The noise of the streets.
The shadow of broken thoughts
Transforms into endless lap,
Transforms into next day...

Slushy asphalt,
Shade of unspeakable words
Tempts me as much
As stories  from  my child world.
And a  tune  will be heard,
The tune  of  the  sweetest dreams
 As  early  sunrise,
 That  calls me in…

The city is tired...

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