These yellow flowers
On the ruins of the soul sprout!
The bard's echo is at it again.
The birds are dropping their feathers, just as people do their dreams
Without reproach and to the sound of starfall.
That's the way it's supposed to be.
And if the wind sang to me,
I've been rooted out.
The Punisher has told me my fate.
I'll be like a rolling stone.
I,
Yes, myself,
Like a song in the wilderness.
I,
Yes, I
Called Ole-Lukoya in my dreams.
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© Copyright: Дмитрий Маринин 1, 2025
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