Poems

I looked for poems here, but I did not find them. Understandably, the profile of the resource is not the same, so for the sake of a personal blog:

Okay, disclaimer, there is nothing interesting)


Suddenly, exactly as luck would
Thunderstorm in April.
This time did not carry:
Switches burned.
')
Send all to hell and hell
And disappear in a hurry,
Here are just users call,
Call in support.

Their conversation is sad and stingy -
All tired.
And I am glad to help, but I can not:
Switches burned.

On the ditch of dim lofts
They play highlights.
And the whole layout is
Sit wait.

Hit all servaki
With a bang on the floor,
And Chief, after drinking, from longing
Sobbed and cried.

He poured his longing
Plain white
And echoed kebab piece:
"Switches burned."

Sometimes, sometimes you want
In the dream of summer
Divide and perish forever
In non-Internet.

And so the whole good tool
Somewhere in delhi
But the die is cast, there is no will.
Switches burned.