COMICS №1. "GOOD BUY PLANET (EARTH)!"

Morning has burned down in a tall weeds
And alike grief incurred along a roadside
Has evaporated by dairy syllable,
And left laying on fingers.

    Leaving the house, it cried
    And smited as curtain upon floor
    And on eyes it was so close
    But time has scratched a table

And as if tobacco on eyelashes
Field of non cut grasses
Would be desirable to be a yellow bird
But hands are heavy for being wings