FOURTH AUTUMN MOON (DHR)
The moon above Ukraine might as well be a wreath, newlyweds’ crown—fall-blossom blooming, briding-and-grooming, fresh future looming, blushing bed-rooming…
The wreath above Ukraine might as well be the sun, solar-flaring, disturbing—connections, reflections, affections, rejections, communications…
The sun above Ukraine might as well be a Russian god’s powerless lightning—brightening, frightening, leftning-and-rightning, enlightening…
The lightning above Ukraine might as well be a bomb or a rocket—wandering, blundering, plundering, sundering, thundering…
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