One day you will remember my warmth,
Lying in a wet trench of spring.
Silence cripples and causes harm,
Hels and teaches not to miss a thing.
You still don't understand anything,
My close one is your own enemy.
Reflection will show the truth, like a sting.
Run away from yourself is a blasphemy..
Август 2023
Truth
© Copyright: Анна Борзова, 2023
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