To Олеся Первушина
and still she fears
the visions in her sleep.
not one, not clear.....
it reappears
each night, and like a forest deep
it drives her to nightmarish depths
of cunning leaves
and fiendish groves...
in panic schreis and backward steps -
in vain. and only forward goes
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