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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