the wind which lost a leaf
just in the middle of the wave
rushing towards the blazing edges of the day
that's where we danced
our shadows sweeping the crouching death
our weary smiles
hanging on the banner
of the century fading
that's where we touched the raw nerve of the heights
rushed our faces away
from all the mirrors
welcomed the angelic wisdom of the ice
danced pressing against each other's fading features
bequeathed our riches
to the homeless stigmas of love
and danced
on the peaks of the falls and their spirals
while the only reachable wind of the wave
was leafing away
the wind
© Copyright: Сергей Муценко Избранное, 2024
Свидетельство о публикации №124102305839
Свидетельство о публикации №124102305839
Рецензии