«It is so hard…»

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!

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