Advertisements the city beckon… (Galina Belysheva)

Advertisements the city beckons and is full of stretch marks Warm for the season and in the winter prices fall.In the scurrying crowd of persons, strangers, voices so hard to me,And thinking, “Where are you? Happy? Healthy?”, well, getting worse every day! Would now fall into the arms of the forest spring To the birch to cling to freeze, his head thrown back,And the sky the eyes of the soul to absorb all blue it Free! Just what my lips so salty!