I'm lying on the frozen barren ground.
Will gracious faces bloom in blurry May?
All glowing stars and crimson roses drowned
And I don't have a single word to say.
The broken wing of passing gloomy days
That hides a scarlet letter in the grass.
Three hundred lightnings fix their crazy gaze
On weeping figures in the pier-glass.
I fade into obscurity and pain.
The sudden apparition of the time.
Reversed dimensions in my tangled brain
Absorb the sounds of the fading chime.
Twin Peaks
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2022
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