Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer
11 Poems
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evening
sorrow runs after me sorrow in the grass
lies on its back the moon seeks escape
my grain has grown to the height of someone else’s horizon
i want to sting – i don’t know
my lord saltwort saltwort everywhere
my lord how the volcanoes of cossack grave mounds heave heavily
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