Saturday, January 5, 2019

I'm crocheting hats for the stars,
hugging
wind with my hair,
tracing footprints in my thoughts - 
looking for that wrong turn,
searching for the right path.
stamping smiles on the waves of emotions.
Written on a guitar that was tuned as:
bottom string - маленькая серебряная овечка в космосе,
second string - empty hall, no audience,
third string - тёёёёплый шарф,
fourth string - melancholy,
fifth string - philosophical hot chocolate at midnight,
sixth string - a hip jazz musician.

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