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Once they will find me crouching here silently
and beside me will be lie the white frozen light.
What does it mean, don't go there today?
Or I will become part of some other self-pompous moment
when the bodies of craters is being returned from sky.
This I would like it more.
To rain,
Everytime when he step in - he want to look elsewhere and then
his eyes are misting but otherwise 
with every breath
he is more transparent .