my name is a rubbed-out hieroglyph
my garments are laced by the wind
what i carry in my closed palms
they won't answer, and i won't hint
and just like before a decisive battle
i stand at every crossroad
on sea of concrete i see my Island,
my blue and aurum dream coast
to all questions i will smile tamely
to all inquiries i won't give a heed
for my name is a rubbed-out hieroglyph
my garments are covered in cinder
original---Piknik, 'стёршийся иероглиф'
Hieroglyph
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