And time has turned around
Do not sleep,
Minutes up to twelve count.
How to know,
What is there to wait for today ...
And the thought is a wonderful moment,
He will fill with hope or doubt.
Soul stirring from the excitement,
As a sign ...
And the image of an unruly naught
Worrying very much.
And I want to see the eyes very ...
In which he wants his heart,
So look beyond the edge of the half-moon.
The clock is standing still,
And I, having seen,
And holding back the inflamed nerve,
And in memory erasing
In a dream I sink, thought podperev palm.
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go