Evaporated flavours
Of wintry winds,
All I've learned,
All I've grieved
Bushed towering scrapers,
Pages I've read.
All I've ever thought
How to praise the life
But now it's gone
Infinity's knife.
That's a catnap of times
They are reaching the ash
Obstinate willows
Come thrown
To my end.
And billows
I've broken and
Hardly cruised,
Cruised to my safety
To my poisoned loot.
Come thrown
© Copyright: Ксе Васильева, 2014
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