Anna Kudasheva. Your every word is Waves ... (№ 384550)

Your every word is
The waves in my sea.
Every gesture of yours, ignore
Dries my ocean.
This is not new,
This is not grief.
I climb into the hole,
Deeper into self-deception -
Frost-injured and silent,
Crooked and dumb...
It is foolish to escape in the cold
The thin sheets.