Poems about spring. Eighties, part 2
And now I was trumpeted approximately like a jazz 1981 03 And now I was trunked on you as if about a jazz: Howl, screech, shine, clang, thunder, roar, blinding the sun and copper; Because it melted! - That's what is happening here now; Because it melted, that’s what, this is your sword. Already! And, being like a kid on the holidays, Finally declared, through that all, being now The center of this thunder and the roar, the center of this jacket Vania, then, grinding: That's it! That's all.