Lake Beloe 2

As if they did not leave
from the glorious Belozersky waters.
But will you hide in the misty distance
between meetings lived for a whole year?

You can not hide it. And do not hide.
A wonderful year. The distance is beautiful.
And under the palm of your hand
all flashed years.

And those that will be, too, are fighting,
but the pulse is always the same.
And in the sky - the seagull is homeless.
And the pre-dawn bank is empty.