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August - Divine month, earthly fruits were ripe: grapes, eggplants; August: green maples clearly shine on a flat heavenly enamel; Summer proceeds with the last heat, breaking into thunderstorms, hiding in fogs, stuffy afternoon, chopper nights;

A sick bird on a crumpled blanket, the eyes of the bird was covered with a bird’s gray eyes in a bird, the bird breathes hoarsely and hard, its dark feathers were scattered; The bird looks at me for a moment before I start to dream, and, falling asleep, takes my hand with weightless ghosts ...

How do you know about angels, it’s funny to say: how do they love, what they eat, what are they sad about?

And even if they don’t like it, I don’t care - traces from her weightless fingers on my skin are burning.

Autumn -Arakhna weaves lace, all one - sticky networks are obtained; The north wind tears a tile with my and so unclear roof. Once upon a time I wanted to save all the wounded in the ass on this planet, but God was on top and did not hear me.

If only you can find out how to open her cage, return the air to her, if you only have time to find healing grains for her, because the golden eyes are already dull ... Until it’s too late, to return it to the sky and not die and beat the wings in the halls of the mountains ...

Leave her alone, my God, go and forget. Do not go into someone else's life, my God, it will only be worse.

But when I remember her eyes, I can’t fall asleep, I only see her eyes, and I don’t need this whole world anymore ...

August - Divine month: meteorites, bats too; “August” - this word itself is stuck in the throat, like a dirty blood clot.

You are not a doctor, you are a charlatan, not a doctor, you cannot help her in any way; How do you know how angels die, be it empty! .. There are no such herbs to break, brew, rub into honey and feed a spoon ...

Autumn-Arakhna looks through the grate of openwork foliage with golden eyes; But if I really see how the gray film is covered with these eyes, it will be easier for me if my head breaks against a gray stone.

The one who does not believe that there is something else in addition to the Earth; Faith will not be the one who says that birds and angels have no soul.

I beg her - hold on, I beg her - hold on, I kiss her translucent hands and conjure - breathe ...