Browse the cinders of caprice!
View my works from piece to piece.
Grasp life’s curls and threads, their root.
Serve strong brains, bring some food.
May sharp eyes slide back and forth,
Let dark doldrums die a dwarf.
Hear the noise of struggles and gasps,
Gone mirages, halted grasps!
See my portrait from all sides.
Sense the size of joys and sighs.
Meet sweet mirth. May mist disperse:
Lurve my writings or asperse.
To My Audience
© Copyright: Дмитрий Белянин, 2019
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