A Mud - Poem by Yevgeny Bazarov
Disdained and long-forgotten,
left in the intellectual mud.
Remnants of sanity or a sudden breeze?
A rotten hollow filled with ice.
A sick jest of the cruelest of fates,
chained to the stone,
spirit crippled and mocked,
a glance at life to be lost.
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