Читать книгу Alive - Gubat Abdullaev - Страница 11

Painfully.

Tears swallow.

Know but

I still dream.

Rubber heart

Silent

Not a single knock.

Sleeps awake.

There is not enough air.

I do not live.

Terminate my moth.

Winter again

Blizzards again.

I see myself

What flew away

Birds to the south.

Not soon to return.

The time of those blizzards

What famously rush in

In life il fate.

Does it matter?

One thing is clear:

Winter again

Blizzards again.

Blizzards,

Frost

Sobbing in bed