Be by me,
Be by me
'Cause those scattered people
try to catch each other and break.
Watch them go,
Watch them wander.
In light street squares
There are blackened figures.
Between dark-blue triangles
And sunlit solid polygons,
I don't know where it is,
No whisper and hiss.
This world can not save
The blue enormous grave
For stars.
The sky and people don't know us.
Be by me,
Even in my sight.
'cause I'm afraid
That this cubist's world tries to whelm us.
Cubism world
© Copyright: Евгения Шуст, 2019
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