Title: Blind love of dead spring
by Roksanna | in writing, poetry
Black house.
And black crunch under my legs.
Black air
Black clouds
In Black Country.
There is no light underfoot
Only reflection in a mirror
People have been waiting for too long
Now standing in the middle of a desert
Got cold
Heavy chains fall down from the shoulders
None to look after
None to take care of
After black tornado went by.
Dreams.
Blood from carrion wounds.
Blind love of dead spring
Mental unbalance
Bitterness of bread
Before black rain starts to fall down
From the black sky
Are you still waiting for the night?
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