Glasses and walking stick -
You have moon-blindness
I'm taking your hand
In dark of aurora path.
...
Doses of nicotine,
Malady of venus,
My consciousness are broken
As into glass.
...
Your youthless is pretty.
It's still spring flower.
Not hidding ardency,
You're charming whole world.
...
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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