When you hear the voice of darkness
When your heart is knocking
Please, don’t think about soreness
And about chocking.
When you hear at night the voice
Of the bird of nightmares
Stop it, don’t think, make your choice,
Make your heart’s repairs.
And my flowers will die
Please, don’t cry, my darling,
Please, stop your hope in the light
And start new wood carving.
When the pack of nightingales
Sings their song of shadow
You will find my own details
Though I will be dead.
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© Copyright: Анастасия Садченко, 2017
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