History of one Window

A winter evening falls asleep like a bird
The stars pressed against the dark glass
Candles smoked with magic
The palms stretched to their warmth ...

What a night! A sip of drunk wine!
Winter in the prime of tender beauty
No gray, no vulgar color,
Everything is white around to the point of blindness ...

Snowflakes are flying around the world
Guests from unknown planets
And to the windows of the chosen apartment,
They flock like butterflies to the light ...

Taking your light pencils,
Small frost will paint my windows -
Patterns of a mysterious soul
Bends of semi-transparent lines ...

Blossom in a bouquet on glass:
Buds and nylon leaves,
And they will live in a window crystal
Until the spring wash away with a warm brush ...