the grammar of love
written by passion in silence;
some miles here above
blur my obscure abidance
jars of spoiled desire
just forgave your scars
…they are set on fire
endless in this grass
roses and strong wind
keep an eye on it
to elapse the speed
let the time be lit
need to deeply breathe
and embrace sharp cold…
fight will never tease
soul that you avoid
justice in pure glance —
what a conscience to reflect
give me please a chance
to be so loveless and correct
стойкий шлейф идеалов
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