Old Church

Old church
Roman Yartsev

It was evening...
The sun crap in the village, over the village of the Moon...
The girls gone crazy pontomyia in the barn
A collar, stagnant mares...
cassock, unkempt mane
shuddering on the cheek fell...
Abandoned steep Old Church
over the cliff shaft...
Wall bone on the yard,
rooted in the grass...


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