thick forest
the stranger invited to bilberries
in the grove was many of it
with navy blue formed
the stain on green
you were afraid hearing wasps
dividing with hand of the shrub
he show the thick grass
soiled russet colour and they
everywhere there, was many of them
prepared for the attack
yes, you were afraid, you were afraid,
and the one, smiling and even
didn’t help you saying only:
they will do nothing
when you are by me here
if some prick is it doesn’t ache
in this grey tracksuit, walked on
sleeves, trouser legs
and grass and the tree
blown down lay on the path.
when you slowly came back
none of them touched you,
although still you shook them off
positively strange supposedly
he didn’t defend you
and they didn’t do harm
woken, for a moment you could still hear
enormous forest, and this strangest roar
and it is only a dream…
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