Usevalad Stseburaka. Movements grow heavy, I lie on my stomach…
Poet Usevalad Stseburaka published a new poem on his Facebook page

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movements grow heavy,
I lie on my stomach,
the horn quieted, the dog's bark ceased…
here from a puddle, like an ice shard, I'll find solace,
briefly under a spruce I'll lie down —
moss my bed.
one cannot live in sorrow in this wilderness —
here death and freedom in one temptation!
and there's no choice if you are a wolf.
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