in vain i enlisted the fight
the war was long gone long lost
from under the corpses the flowers blossomed
the sourses bloomed
and children's faces emerged
to never be seen again
that is in vain i knocked at the shrunk bossom
hurt my fingers against the strings of the days
drowned in the running sand of the names
of love
to never be found again
my blood speaks by itself
its mutiny soaked by withering leaves
gives no choice
but breathe to the end of
the invisible war
in which we are bound to strive
to get defeated
to endeavor to save our souls
to never presumably fail
Reminiscences of the Lost War
© Copyright: Сергей Муценко Избранное, 2024
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