Confrontation

Light rushes from a million suns, But the light doesn't realize it today. After all, our world is like a assembled skeleton, A backbone, a foundation, only feelings somewhere... Behind the clouds, in droplets of glass, Rumor carries that it will descend as rain On the rocks of tempered glass, Scattered casually over the cities. We have to choose which of the evils is closer to us: Evil is the desperate wind, bending the bows of willows, Spider threads and threads of conversations. This call - is stronger in us? Than a stone trap, Than life - a regime, a correlated schedule, That is similar to drawings. A gloomy schedule Frozen in the asphalt. The day is over. Longing... Autumn melancholy... And a vacuum of names... An interatomic abyss! What about a neighbor, We are not used to trusting. Spin Not to expose. And there is no attraction. *** No, no. Wait! The motives of unforgettable promises are still playing in us, The motives of songs: oncoming and farewell, Of love and life. Let there be peace! *** And there beyond the cities the forest breathes Pine. Fresh. Sunny. Washed, With dew. With tears of stars. And their palette, Brighter than rainbows. Exhale. Here is the forest: A drop in the morning and one - at night. Here is the spring. Today, drawing a bath, Perhaps this seems strange, Imagine, for a while mountain springs And it will be easier...