Like an arrow,
sorrow stuck.
A new defeat
marks
a thunderclap.
In your honor
this garden
grow.
Now it's destroyed
by a deadly
flow.
It's hard to be
a savior,
dear.
When I am
part of the
machine.
A fragment
of a broken
vessel.
And a
completely folded
puzzle.
The trees
will turn away
today.
And then
the sun will light
your way.
Is life, my love,
among
the living:
be numb,
forever
unforgiving.
So how can
something
that has died
talk about
eternal
life?
06.10.20
Among the living
© Copyright: Мета-Кризис, 2020
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