Poezja

The orifice was absent
from the face.
The hatred will unite the enemies.
 
You won't speak
in the debate, how to
murder the humanity.
 
Old affections are made
anew.You can score the
highest tears
 
 
Armless, you move
the clock in-
opposite direction.
 
The stigma still remains
after the flight.
I am going back home.