You, oh, desired, the only one!
Your face, behind a host of ordinary faces,
It's not a dream anymore
I wake up from my own screams!
It's not sad anymore
The pain of the half torn away,
It's trembling over the cliff board,
The body tends back to the umbilical cord.
Red will not languish for a long time,
But you won't leave, you are thrown, tied,
It's a damned red thread
No, not born
But already firmly connected.
Red thread like a chain
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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