Poezie
Russian love
1 min lectură·
Mediu
I was in the narrow place inside my mind,
which I define it to be-loneliness,
as an atom flying around, never landing,
like the snow drowning inside the mouth of a Russian child,
the narrow place dissolved my feelings,
what is love when sadness is big enough to fill blue eyes?
where all the love goes when nobody is near to hold you?
are you my Russian storyteller or just a beggar outside the doors to my soul?
I was flying in an empty space with only 3 seconds left to live.
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