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Tree run me
In the branches of frozen stories
And chapters of that very book
We don't read
Which we do not understand
Tell me about the colors of birch
And oak fortress, tell
Leave me without a face
I'm drowning. In your warm winds.
I'm leaving. Point of no return, hello.
I draw soul, in you.
Talk to me.
I'm with you. I'm in you. I am you.
I have the water of your tears and the timbre of the hands.
Do not fight. I'm only a spirit.
I sit on your shoulder, like on a swing.
I died by a child, friend.
Do not run. Give me a hand. And discover your thoughts.
I'll show you. Tree of the world. Sansula music.
Dance of the gods. Do not leave the way.
Consciousness \ Mind \ Head

Sorry. We are on the edge, look.
The universe is not so big
As scientists told us.
Here is the end.
Casting. And alloy.
In the depths of the word "sorry"
Understanding \ meaning \ goals \ prize.