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In Disguise
by Natalia L. Rudychev
do you hear
the poems are dying
every step
every breath
every beat?
do you see
autumn clouds erasing
from my eyes
sky and earth
blue and green?
do you feel
I am walking on water
not like our Saviour did
but like a goose
chasing shadows of airborne brothers
flapping wings
that will never cut loose?
do you know
the circle of winter
drawn by the wind
in a piling snow?
do you sense
I am freezing alive...
in the puddle
of an empty apartment
down
below
the monitor's ice?
don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab rose colored glasses
put death in disguise
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