стихотворение д.ружа "гавкое". что-то в этом гавком есть. пушистое. оригинал.
Dmitry Rouge
Something barkish
A freckled rubbish
in the first person...
It (just) seems to me
or is it genuine:
wind"s blowing,
ivy"s ivying...
Can"t articulate:
it"s-a-ston-ish-ing!
It"s (just) appearing,
or the distance champs,
fascinating one
with the bends.
All"s becoming strange,
don"t regret of all -
there is dawn that
so untimely ends!
Bearded beyond"s wild,
neither stop nor edge...
is it cognizable?
Just approximately:
grind the meaning on
steel of cutting blade
something barkish bays:
not-per-miss-able!