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< Leah Altukhova



Glow soul is not sorry ...
By the end of that moment lived,
I throw my sorrow,
As the shock of burnt rye.

Wild beasts in their
steppes Failures and human losses
I wander hiding
fear From the cruel and evil people.

Sparkle, easy to break,
But then glue the pieces?
I'm tired of love, and wait,
Exhausted from longing.

Breaking the shackles of dreams,
I will think about only one thing:
So that no one would see the tears,
So that no one heard a moan ...