Slowly, the legs of the bed rise,
For them, they pull the body with warmed skin.
The head on the pillow, where she found her coziness,
She does not want to wake up, it seems ...
The dream of the departed, the sheet crumpled silhouette,
Leaving the heat of the unlooked dreams.
And burst into the eyes of the morning a furious light,
Tearfully brings to tears ...
And in the coolness from the sneakers your legs are invested,
And depriving yourself of sleep to sleep, like hopes,
You understand how great it is - morning, got up, still alive!
And the remnants of the night leaving clothes ...
Life is the basis!
A new day, a new year, a new century!