on the path
to the blue book
fallen poplars rise
say to each other
"brother" and "sister"
owls so close
one to the other
so you can hear
their hearts whisper
the stars are so close
that the placenta of God is visible
death wants to walk
on the path
to the blue book
but you slit her throat
with names of your children
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Author:
Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2024 10:16
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