Labyrinth of fences, squares, corners.
Rain bites copiously and finely.
Dissolve in the landscape of houses,
But it leads to the navigator arrow.
The city ****** the spirit and left only slime
In the peel, the shell for the background,
It is not clear what life is leaving,
And the portrait on the smartphone screen.
And perhaps the reader, don't be a fool.
Marvel at such changes:
Was granite, rock,
Turned ash.
Was fire - became burnt logs.
"Is it possible (swear on blood!)
Still being alone so much?
There is a sentence of love on every pillar.
How so? Paradox and only! "