< Alexander Oleshko
Mouth Throat torn words
Your opinion of the shackles
You're like a swan thrown
In a flock of rooks powdered
Spread wings of a bird
Kindness to you tends
As a consequence
pain
Filled with love
Preventive measures wipe
eyebrows
Granite stones shifting
Lacked experience dust chips
Hanging an idol soul clothespins
Kindness say need
Spit into the vat world
child
Stomach empty to full
Let it will not be complete but nevertheless