Alyosha Kolodyajny

I got a dream,
I walk somewhere
with a bag on my back.
and my spirit and heart,
stray and homeless everywhere,
like a dog rubs my legs.

And I feel like
behind me
the bag
getting lighter in weight.
Many crayons of all colours
falling down on stair
I went up, and I got ashamed.

It's just like on your palm
lays a lonely star
but nobody asks it from you.
It's just like way back
from your cheek
to your eye
streams the tear
look in - cobalt blue.