What does the prison sing to the prisoner?
That in the mirror - ashes, outside-darkness.
That everything doomed to fight for eternity
Breaks into flight-into inhumanity.
That we are not Magi on white in purple
Gardens from a height and under the skin
It will melt like the smoke of a dream now
The rise of an icebreaker in the vast desert.
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© Copyright: Надежда Егоровна Мамонтова, 2020
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