winter silence like that buriedtranscarpathian winethat turns into pink-cheeked dragons into pink-cheeked dragonsthat with every sip make the brain trembling and uncertainthe silence smells of loneliness and despaircats and air raidsscares with the emptiness in the souland the darkness of the silent staircasesilence my sister
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