CHURAEVKA: A SONG
All day I've intended
but the hills insist
the destination
resembles a sun
& we will too
someday
No night is ever
too long
No field
too humid
to stop & breathe
What
paper carries
on its tongue
Refrain:
The world is known
to never refuse
a word
its destination
The hills are known
to never refuse
a world its sun
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