Let me know by shaking yarn of blackened wisdom
If my fate is part of outworld
Are these mountain flowers hiding lesser tenet?..
Does your hand provide me opaque space so cold..?
Time to time I feel my heart as a reflection
Of your heart
containing light of dying novas
And the stardust
...also feels a bit like I'm in fear of
Being just a doll
for next of your takeovers
A Doll
© Copyright: Евгений Азгирь, 2017
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