Igor Sinelnikov Poems

Glasses and walking stick -
You have moon-blindness
I'm taking your hand
In dark of aurora path.
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Doses of nicotine,
Malady of venus,
My consciousness are broken
As into glass.
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Your youthless is pretty.
It's still spring flower.
Not hidding ardency,
You're charming whole world.
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Among the noisy children and magican's shuffles
I'm taking Brodsky's book, my youthless, from shelves
I'm turning dusty pages kind of a madman,
Jugged lines are dancing, my breath's tailing off.
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