Grief of rubble
My name
forgot itself.
And my joints crack,
like the walls of the Ottomans,
which sank in silence.
Sarmatia,
forget my name.
(Poems) - [13.11.2024]
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My name
forgot itself.
And my joints crack,
like the walls of the Ottomans,
which sank in silence.
Sarmatia,
forget my name.
(Poems) - [13.11.2024]
The Danube breathes deeply;
the sun draws a sign of the cross.
The day rises to work;
the night sets out towards Moscow.
In the lake rests a corpse;
a dead body in silence.
My brother, the soldier, returns
home; he lies peacefully on the shore.
(Poems) - [13.11.2024]
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