Varvara Jdanova

Flying car (poem)

Flying car (poem)

Flying car

Red apples,
Swinging from the branches,
Hang in the air
And turn again
In pink flowers.
The wind.
The petals fall.
Time slips
And moving on.
If we fix it,
That was -
Exhausted memory.
Make a long-term plan
Impossible.
Still — fly,
As far as possible
Car power.

Варвара Жданова 10 лет назад
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