It is so hard
To just withdraw yourself
From city orbit proud,
But still on my so empty way
I hid my face in forest worlds.
But then I found out
That entering this secret land,
I was enveloped in the hearth
Of my own dreams.
And started soon to understand,
I never reached the heights,
And like a phantom in a blink
Emerged and quickly disappeared
The scent of pine.
And then was everything around
Just in its place again.
This Moscow heat and underground,
Somebody fl ashed by with rucksack
In station shade!