Raining very hardly,
Morning’s really cold.
Silence’s happened sharply,
No any bird.
I would like be swallowed
By this rapid hush.
In that peradventure
Pain must be crushed.
Now I am leaving,
You must be alive.
Losing my last feeling.
Seems I have to die.
©Copyright: Анастасия Федоренко, 2016
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=701745
Рубрика: Философская лирика
дата надходження 20.11.2016
автор: Анастасія Калініна