Black oil inside me eating my second nature.
Endless pain doesn't let me sound and be.
That's all this tears which nobody sees...
And the Evil dancing around me on heels of death.
Oh, who will heal the healer when he is nearly dead?
Hear? A piece of freedom in a metal string in hands.
See? I am still here. Dancing with the Evil where some fire
From black oil is giving warmth to all beautiful dreamers.
24.1.2022
The Healer
© Copyright: Вета Минина, 2022
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