Wind
Роман Ярцев
Something inside crumpled up with the newspaper in the basket ...
mixed feelings in the sterile-faded mud...
For the wind obsessively run is not worth it - he himself will catch up with you...
And then covered with sweat with blood you will understand that Life is given to us with love...
Tousle your hair with ashes singeing your head with life,
flying after you since childhood with a blizzard...
Wind
© Copyright: Роман Ярцев, 2021
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