Hadji Murat

Earth chips decompose Crushed to crumbs Not a centimeter of earth is given away here Or sold The blood is spilled so the green grass grows better The March wind from the high slopes cools our sweating foreheads The horse Trembling and puffing Dead Swallows hiss through the willow trees And seed – crows pull up cheekily and magpies We can eat the earth Because we are forgotten and Daring A skirmish Tsik tsir zilp tak tak tak Red silk scraps flutter suspended coordinates tangents The idea second lengths The Chechen time 4.5.2017

2021-03-05 18:07:00