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when there’s no desire to go anywhere…

during their revolutions,

in the bitter period of their tragedies

and full-fledged internal wars…

victory and salvation hide in the details…

a man stands

on the bus,

holding onto a vertical handrail,

which looks like a spear:

he pierced my sadness…

there another one,

with a sealant gun:

he sealed my split seams…

it is good, there are such warriors:

they protect our species from annihilation.

smiling, i continue on…