NOT the whispering branch,
not the cool wind
not the weak heart
But a voice saying: go home, go home
and home is a place in an insignificant soviet
A second later you are transformed
as you imagine the scenery you are deported
turn your back and never regret.
Your mind open thinking how your thoughts move
like a forest aroused, and the tree-trunks cut down, one by one.
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