Author of quotes: Veronika Dolina

I know sooner or later
You will die under the burden of sins.
But all my old wounds
Living under the name of poetry.

You see, from the pain still,
Through the black darkness on the scarlet circle.
Here is the stab wound -
Your hand, my ex-friend!

Here the mood is zero,
The longing and confusion again and again.
But the bullet wound,
His another name is love.

As the severed hand
Aches and aches in the place of the gesture
In my soul burns while
Your vacant place.

The trouble is that the world is a rumor
And the trouble that You might believe.