I`m dying in the low-rise cell,
Five-story prison wants to catch me,
The sky was stolen from me…
What should I do with celling?
It can`t give any light.
Who give me back future,
If not death?
I`m dying in the low-rise hell.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=968361
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 15.12.2022
автор: Georg Ajariani