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Snow is falling
Is it humanity that has traveled back to the barbaric age?
That cold
Heavy and long chains
Along with the hideous faces of those primitive sins
Locked in the youth that should have been beautiful and bright
How little the flame of hope was extinguished in her eyes
How to swallow the broken teeth in the mouth
Together with the hatred that is nurtured again and again
The merciless, humiliating umbilical cord tore at the scaly pain all over the body
But how to tear the cruelty and indifference at the end of the chain
That hoarse cry
Why can't you recall a trace of conscience around you?
with mercy
Cold at minus 40 degrees Celsius
Frozen her joys and sorrows
The cry of her heart
Enough to deafen the world
Can't hide the mud of those swamps
And the helpless hands that struggled and waved
With eyes that can no longer shed tears
The alley that can't be seen
No exit is visible
Snowflakes fall
In the green and unrestrained spring
Melt those rusty shackles
Revive the longing buried in the dirt
Let the breath be free
Stretching the muscles and bones
Reunite with the sun
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