The grass is covered with the crust of ice,
My soul, hidden into the device,
Is sobbing silently in the corner.
The windows of my soul are so stony
That they can't open onto the world.
Where shall I find my last resort
To stay alive at least forever?
When shall we start not to compare
The things we never understand?
When will you come to this extent
Not to remember and to see
The devil's tricks in silence sea?
You are a Man, your soul is live,
Your heart is beating, you're alive!
08.04.2025 01:25
