Оne more sunrise

Tell me it's late to get up the asterisk, which has no name, that I am here and like her, from its loneliness its indivisible. Night has an alphabet primary. And it is easy to rhyme and time. A love is something exotic - of other planets forbidden. The icon of my long memory a tear rolls and another. Whatever I can, by the example of God not to speak. The hand to stretch, it is not enough to the sand to make a castle, to put glasses of colorful mussels and fish to catch. And as to look at the moon, my silence settled in peace, and the sun kisses me lightly, and I do not please for his light.