The penultimate floor – Joseph Brodsky

The penultimate floor
feels darkness earlier,
than the surrounding landscape;
I hug you
and wrap it up in a cloak,
because in the window
rain - deliberate cry
for you and for me.

It's time for us to leave.
Cuts through the glass
silver thread.
Forever expired
our time is long ago.
Change the mode.
It is destined to live further
on strangers' breguet.

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