A VOICE FROM UKRAINE – Vyacheslav Konoval – 3 POEMS
March 23rd Darkness, cold and water, the rain of the trenches of the bay, the shriveled fighter has lost a foot. Babakh gats there is an echo in the field, nature in winter hibernation, without flowers, everything is empty, everything dead, and not alive. Spring did not enter into rights having adoring spring never wait for […]
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