I was in trembling and decay
and feeling old while being young.
I've got deep bittersweet bouquet,
a drop on tip of my own tongue.
His blood had taste, i couldn't stop
and ripped his fading life away,
then understood - i'm nature's flop,
its death, its darkness and decay.
Decay
© Copyright: Наталья Ирвиш, 2015
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