Spring is a war with death. Give me some borrow time To make me feel that I am Not choosing now wrong path. A nuclear flower blooms Like a sakura blossom in March. I had never felt your touch Cause you got lost in my rooms. Death is a long kiss of grief Right in the exhausted heart, Until there is light to believe Shining through the bloody cracks. А. Борзова 17.04.2026 © Copyright: Анна Борзова, 2026
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