Larisa Biyuts

Rookie - 1 Points [Lara Biyuts] (26 July)


So, the sky is broken-
the melting splinters in branches of trees.
People crumble into the snow,
and the silence
like a way home over a chasm.

Now, the sun has melted-
like honey on your lips.
The birds drink the air singing.

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