Powder

Жанна Ахтямова
Rub the shards in my chest to powder,
They are beating instead of the heart.
Lock the door with a heavy bolt,
For my soul you're the only owner.

Please, don't put that key on the drawer
Throw it into the open sea.
And it's liquid and salty grief
In a moment, will dispel my sorrow.

Yes, my heart was cruelly broken.
Now it causes a pain to my soul.
Throw my heart in the bitter cold,
Grinding all these shards into powder.