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Irina Tall Poem
In the abyss of fallen doubts
in the fire of hope
in an effort to conquer yourself,
I part with the past remains,
with leaves that withered in winter,
to sprout new buds
Bloom my flowers
penetrate the sadness
and tear it apart with your Love
Let new life arise...
Copyright © Irina Tall | Year Posted 2022
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Irina Tall Poem
There is a cup in your hand, and there is black water like the ocean,
Maybe she will absorb all the sorrows,
Everything that happened before...
My tears have dried
A transparent package is like a shroud,
Thousands of white scarves are buried there, like birds.
They did not fly away, there was no wind
And only eyes in the distance, her gentle hands
Touching an almost dead tree
A scarlet drop of blood on the trunk,
As a sign of the death of my soul.
Copyright © Irina Tall | Year Posted 2022
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