The silence of train stations where women without faces
Merge with the color of the locomotive
Becomes a limbo for the fugitive
Or slowly
Memory spins like a cyclone
Lost in the hungry darkness
Islands in search of Robinson
Cooling in the ground
And waking up at the bottom of the well
Drinks like the sun the moon
A stowaway alien
Looking into the depths
And there he lives and there he breathes
On the island of light among rotting whales
Melancholy absorbing it
The radiance of pain in the darkness of worlds
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© Copyright: Полина Ярославовна Котова, 2020
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