On the Russian Front 1944 by Ion Dogen

Ksey_Gan

 

Darling camrade, in agony mortal

do not call for friends you in vain.

Let me warm my cold palms total

above  smoking your blood from the vein.

 

And don’t cry, don't moan: you are not baby top earŠµd,

you're not injured, you're just to death shot.

Let me take off your felt boots as the souvenirs,

We still have to arise for combat.

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2024 23:32
  • Category: Sad
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  • Lorenz

    At last fighting poetry not for transgenders woke !



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