The screaming silence...

The screaming silence, ashes noise
It all so deep in heart.
The sorrows flow, my bloody nose,
unfortunately, can not be stopped...

I start to feel my common fear:
To not to tell I want to tell.
My flinching hand tries not to fill
The paper with the rawing smell.

I want to write but I can not.
Surrounding has lost the meaning.
I saw the birds in sky, they made their own plot
Above the human being.


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You always tell me anything, my bro)

Дмитрий Есенинский   17.04.2025 11:42     Заявить о нарушении
There was no even the single one time in my life i regretted having such a good brother

Лев Ляпин   17.04.2025 13:02   Заявить о нарушении