Author of quotes: Yury Kuzmichev

Oh, the Blues
this stuff
and its price
worthless!
I write poetry
no joy,
and live,
will tell you
too.
The world of the soul
longing
soaked
(well with me
going on,
God?)
Crushing and
porasian... -
Crazy
Maybe?
How to treat?
And where is the salvation?
Where are those pills?
Where is the ointment?
Prescribed anyone
the treatment
my soul
washed
from the mud...