A mess

Елена Гребенникова
Awry edges, withered snow,
Ghosly raid to the morning sun,
Lilac blossom, letting go,
Loomy figures dead and gone.

Lengthy speeches, faulty roles,
Horny spring laden with dirt,
Gloomy stories, shady coals,
Awry life and words that hurt.

Fragrant cones, lusty rain,
Salty fish stuck in the teeth,
Murky reasons, subtle pain,
Icy stone covered with heath.

09. 2016