Initially forget their voices
Surely they're part of soul
Those fabulous forests
Where did you first lost control
Leave behind their smile much harder
When you warmed in smile on cold-day
But you must be bolder, darker
If decide to fly in abyss way...
Slightly longer existence smell
Open door of room and you'll
Recall everythink like at first time
Breath of closet, shawls, sheets,
Dry flowers that trusted the vases.
Ineffable born so long ago.
Sprouted in bodies and minds through the ages
kills us from within so long ago
Spit on laws, feels and ages
So long you believe in Words
Green leaves and love letters,
You get used to the solar blissful
But cold of morning still inscrutable
Александр Бесов (Студницын) "1999-****"
Ineffable
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