Be undermined, be gone, be lost!
A tiny silly part of broken tower,
A smell of rotten meat, thrown to the vultures
Once hidden core is now exposed
There’s no key, the door is closed
Am I the first to pay the cost?
Shall I regain again my power?
Shall I create phantasms and sculptures...
...of my long buried past,
That is so harmless and remote, at last?
Be undermined, be gone, be lost!
© Copyright: Аруна Нера Геллер-Шумилова, 2020
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