Читать книгу Procrastination. Selected poems - Egor Rybakov - Страница 13

When everything moves like clockwork,

So I want to hold a moment

And rush like a bird to the horizon,

Towards the sun, inspiration.

And behind the lightness lies hard work,

What are you investing in every day?

And such a miracle will soon become like an emerald,

I love your words, they are so beautiful.

And it seems from the outside that this is a gift of nature,

Babies are born with one potential

Some only develop, others suffer from freedom,

One is satisfied with everything, the other is only a little.