I always eat myself for dinner.
I`m not tasty. I`m like bitter salt.
Darkness looks for a better glimmer,
Conscience hates yesterday's fault.
Mountain of bones scares futurity,
Prince of Nightmare needs a squire.
Freshen my waste, River of Purity!
I try to manage my own Mind Shire.
Bustle wracks ground under my feet,
Werewolves of doom scrape the window.
Wind of liberty flutters the field of wheat.
Cherry sunset, call me to fly with flamingo!
2020
Last word of misery
© Copyright: Аслан Баймагамбетов, 2020
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