Our War
I lost my dearest friend
Lost yesterday's parents, lovers, sons, relatives
Lost 39 years of me – brothers, landscape sisters
This morning, I wake up like in a TV drama
Wounds covered in blood: regret, remorse, sadness, pity, helplessness…
Blood is flowing, I struggle to stand up
The sun is still there, life's flags are fluttering – with the smell of burnt embers
...Cars roared, bringing a large group of people awake
2020.03.20
2020.03.20
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