There were seagulls
over the world,
inside the knuckles,
blessed or cursed.
There were razors
over the sea,
inside the peasants
whipping the field.
There was rapture
in the lark`s throat.
You didn`t catch me
but cut the rope.
15.06.2020
© Copyright: Сания Галеева,2020
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