Brought into living like a leaf
I look at death in disbelief,
I look at wounds in disbelief…
Why are the lives of many so brief?
All those who vanished through the pain,
All who were burnt, all who got slain,
What is the truth behind them, what is not truth?
What prize took winners that survived,
What dreamy-cozy paradise?
The heavens are built on broken bones,
And sweets are sweeter than spilt blood.
The Earth’s still a cradle, swinging, falling,
The Earth’s still a cemetery lot.
The world begone is brushing closely
Behind each breath and graceful move,
And every day its spirit ghostly
Fills uninhabitable grooves among the living,
For a moment enjoying secretive revenge,
But loses it cannot avenge.
But Losses It Cannot Avenge
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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