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Titmouse

Mark-Knopkin
Дождь бежит не как время бежит как дождь
I picked up a titmouse, she lay on the pavement.
She breathed heavily, but didn`t look injured.
She was tired and I gave a shelter to a wayfarer,
Without the need for a justification.

She warmed up, thus worsening her passion for singing.
She sang and it was a song about unattainable.
She sang about the distant, as it was something
inevitable. I was charmed.

And then I`ve learned that titmice are not migratory birds.

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2010-11-08 в 21:00 

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