It is time
A fog in the heart,
ghostlike, as a memory.
Trot with a foot. You can
to love the world-destroyer.
Laughing and laughing,
as if the onion overturns the eyes,
and in my eyes - you and me -
we are masters of dreams.
Wet, September is sad.
Gold is in the darkness.
All the important lies
our order is waiting.
Everyone has taken the leaves
from the forest with magic thoughts.
It's time - they have nests,
and over them - overhanging truths.
Goodbye and Kisses ...