Inhale

Sit. A finished cigarette.
And smoke was gone a long of time.
My summer final in complete -
Down fall confusions also mine.

A fear goes down within inhale,
Grass on the field healls everithing at all -
I followed her home.

In dope and in the shining white
I owened this summer.
I saw the darkness in my eyes -
Permeates bone inside out.

On hundred fingers she was strung.
Alone she was, a bloomming flower.
I saw how sweet she is in love.

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/04/26/4939