Часть 62 «white rabbit»
26 марта 2022 г., 08:49
«White Rabbit»
Winter is closed.
I never mind…
What do you want?
How do you climb?
I never try to love our life.
It is coming to dark from these words
And you bring from my hurt to Die!
You are the highest sun in the world.
Spring is stilling of my eyes,
Snow is crying before lie.
Wings on gold between alive,
Falling down out of sky.
Species of human are building the tomb,
Where I sleep in the greatest war.
You climb to start fight with a God…
But now I trade places with law!
©Korshun Ilya Korpushov
