I'll dive into October and swim in rainy autumn;
September's coachman'll grow obscurely sad,
I'll need one sun above and one in gloom -
That promises the hope to strangely mad;
And one more sun I need inside my ribcage
That will encompass all the things divine;
I need the Angel -
Who'll extinguish inner rage
And whisper through the pain
That you're mine...
(loosely based on a poem by A.Cherny)
The Dream
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2022
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