And you could hang around here,
Like a lonely, on a coat rack,
Deciding, no one
We are not drawn together. Even this hook
No longer a friend.
But what if…
You again want to merge with the tissues of hearts,
When the end,
We have not yet lived our life ...
What to do?
Rustling pleasant in the hallway,
Not a passer-by,
And only the smell of his native canvas,
And in life only one question disturbs,
And maybe ...
In the hallway, one more coat will suddenly appear ...
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go