Poets

There is a tremble in my glancing eye. Station is full, and one after another are preparing to depart. People...

When you fall asleep, dream of ships; they always return… So does my soul return on the morn having navigated the "northern sea route".

It's morning again. It's a new day and all is clear. Just let us not taint it, let it stay just like that… Same like a tear… Night took the previous day… And to be honest, it wasn't some day, or maybe it was? I lost some dreams on the sidewalk, so I had to find then in my dreams again… But never mind, it's morning again and everything is clear. Let us just not taint it, let it stay the same. like a tear…