Leaving the garments behind
Falling between narrow layers
Carrying the essense in prayers
Coming back - and again blind
Still and mournful instant
Till the breath is wasted
Though the spark is infant
Eternity's tasted
Imminent lion-like death
Vultures are sharp'ning their beaks
Beware, wide-eyed, the truth leaks
Into the heart, hold your breath
Imminent death
© Copyright: Зырина Ирина, 2017
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