Sergey Zemtsov. The Flower Of Scarlet Poem by Sergey Zemtsov

Sergey Zemtsov. The Flower Of Scarlet



Flower of scarlet,
Disaster that is coming,
Black doom with the stars,
Drops of water on the hot face.

It seems
This all was yesterday happen.
But maybe this world of
Earth Is to be continued?
And the taste of this food,
Color of your eyes,
Smell of the Spring
Would be the eternal satellites
In my roaming around...

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