Nikita Yurievich Lubennikov
The New Day - Poem by Nikita Yurievich Lubennikov
The sky is painted by the new day with the orange cocktail,
The classic music of gay birds breaks silence of the night,
Your mind wakes up and at once draws up in pastel
New pictures of your feelings and some friendly faces through insight.
The new day is unfaithful to the night at dawn,
It travels through the labyrinth of your big gallery,
A little bit shorter our life becomes from now on,
The day burns bridges and destroys the castles in the air built by our memory.
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