No word - no fear
No war - no tears
No God - no dares
No honey - no Bear
No heart - no dears
Your trace disappears
Like someone's, I call Queer
To keep love is high gear
Your memory is clear
Trough moment to year
From bottom to career
I'll never be steered
Your rhymes - fate sheared
My peace interferes
This pain - nightmare
On my soul smeared
А. Борзова
Июнь 2024