a little rose
Поли Марко
It was a little rose
Into darkness she smell
As last unhappy morning
Without shout, shame
And bloody fearsome eyes.
However l feel freedom -
Heaven promise me -
Good bye my poor life.
And probably tomorrow
I become a leader of suicides.
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Поли Марко
, 2017
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