the night is dark
like devil's pubis
wind blows
in owl’s skull
wind
swings plants
like smoke
wind in vain
shreds leaves -
it is sewn
with mistress's hair
the night breathes so
as if wants some wine
when it infects recluses
who did not hide in the cell
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Author:
Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2024 12:32
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