Non-Erotic PoetryEugene Kissin
from beyond Shumann's grave
how dare a yungster rush
abandoned abundant flow of etudes
thru my stifled arteries?
how dare a teen squeeze
tears from a winter head?
the trees flapped
their green blades
have cut windows in clouds
for the wind and lightnings
tell me truth you
know my fate
play for e ver
give me life
fi nish and i'll
glad ly die
plam pam pam pam
pam pam pam
pam
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