One day you will remember my warmth,
Lying in a wet trench of spring.
Silence cripples and causes harm,
Hels and teaches not to miss a thing.
You still don't understand anything,
My close one is your own enemy.
Reflection will show the truth, like a sting.
Run away from yourself is a blasphemy..
God died, left love behind
Август 2023
А. Борзова