Spring is a war with death.
Give me some borrow time
To make me feel that I am
Not choosing now wrong path.
A nuclear flower blooms
Like a sakura blossom in March.
I had never felt your touch
Cause you got lost in my rooms.
Death is a long kiss of grief
Right in the exhausted heart,
Until there is light to believe
Shining through the bloody cracks.
17.04.2026
Grief
© Copyright: Анна Борзова, 2026
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