RESUSCITATION, NOT REINCARNATION
Pay me at least with a groan for my hand:
I squeeze yours to the bone.
Not an obol to Charon, not – a sound,
flying out of your ribcage. . .
A heart scorched under current
beats like a wounded bird in the chest.
Revive it in the pure stream!
The White Dove in the baptismal spring
awaits you ahead. . .
Resuscitation, not reincarnation
© Copyright: Сергей Тебердин, 2025
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