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Zheltyye tsvety

Knock on door,

I answer.

Smiling and ardent,

he hands me a bottle of Vodka

(it might as well be Boyaryshnik,

or arsenic!),

and 12

Yellow

Roses.

The door closes itself,

I walk away.

… Hazy dream waking.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Nevskoye..

Yesterday was a long time ago.

I drink to forget tomorrow.

 

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The woman visits her dying father,

he’s on the edge of eternity,

some would kindly say.

She smiles,

thinking about “eternity”,

wondering,

everything and/or nothing.

Tonight, she bids farewell to his soul,

tomorrow, Boyaryshnik will water the soil.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat