Minutes
Ольга Бестужева
I'm melting on the stairs
in last november rays,
a-waiting is my curse.
A thousand of doors
clap with the wind so hard.
The sky in burning scars,
embracing me instead..
I'm waiting, holding breath.
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Ольга Бестужева
, 2011
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