Óкин Борис
“Here is no end”
Here no end,
Here s no begining.
Everything stopped
Without way.
Hours have went
Out of meaning.
My heart is locked,
My soul is gray...
Memories, fears,
Two steps to madness.
How are we now?!
Without “us”? -
Without tears,
Without sadness.
Both are so proud,
Cruel and fast...
B. Okin 11. 03. 2019 y.
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