I`m not mine as if to hear your scream.
I can hear that from underground.
What should be horrowing besides your scream,
Why are you wondering that my blood looks like wine?
I can feel your smell.
I like to follow yourself everywhere.
I know you for so long being your dwell,
Your place on the ground must be nowhere.
I`m not afraid,you,dead love.
I just crave that rotten or sacred love.
I need some sweet days to feel myself alive.
To find my life,my soul my destiny...
I say you "Good-bye!"
I can hear you re calling me
© Copyright: Марина Кучерук, 2017
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