your mind is singing lullabies to stars
while I’m awake and listening to silence.
I may have left too many tiny scars
on your poor heart, but can you call it violence?

you’re talking to sweet angels, just like you.
I hope your tender soul is feeling better.
I hope your deepest eyes are still as blue
as they were years ago, as far as I remember.

but everything still seems like the vague smoke,
and all the things we did - well, they have vanished.
these are my memories, although I start to choke.
it comes from painful spot which wants them cherished.

2 февраля 2023
#poetry

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