so suddenly silence called.
he in stampede was running,
as if it burnt.
and it burnt desire
and he waited by the bar,
until they served twice
strengthened drinks,
and world saw from the completely
different side,
when he had corrected,
for the third time strengthened.
a soil hugged him
cold wet and good
for recovering one's
mental balance
Mr forgot yourself
Mr went too far
Mr will forgive you
not everyone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That treacherous sip has driven many alcoholics and their families in destruction. Nice poem, well balanced................ Thank you