A Virtual Life - Poem by Larisa Biyuts
Ashes and flowers; some poetry;
the frigid truth of autumn bonfires;
the sad magic; the magic sin;
the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter.
Daemons rule here. Their lips are aglow.
They kiss tulips in red wine.
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