man was hunting an endless fox
stuck in a sedative fog
that will not move
the poppy seeds
leaves without skeletons
are weightless
like a voice saying
"sleep now"
naked giants
smoking a pipe
fog comes out of it
sorcered grandmothers
embroider shirts for giants
shirts made of ground
naked giants
just smoking a pipe
their huge hearts
not move
man was hunting an endless fox
as always failed
at least his walking soul
can be tobacco
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Author:
Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2023 06:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Excellent work.
Thanks! For your attention and comment, diakuiu!
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