for killers pain, for killers
The dawn for those who
cannot die
The clouds have gathered
sunshine still is somewhere
right behind, but hides
and sleepless eyes can’t
see them
for they cannot see it
Who has his glasses
sees all the world through
these…
and pointless it seems
for me to do the thing
no frame or glass reduces
the rays -
the penetrate-in
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© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2017
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