LABYRINTHOn unyielding legs,Someone enters the labyrinth.And now, of course, fearStarts a sharp screw.Or is the amber, fragile mindItself akin to the labyrinth?Experience grows like mossOn dreams – do you understand?Or is reality itself – A sum of stairs a ❯❯❯
MUSTARD SEEDMustard seed grains,Will there be more or less?A table, vodka, and canapés with caviar,You get drunker, reality blurs, like a dream.Mustard seed, at leastTo gain some faith... But no! Again, poems, again, syllablesInvade the surrounding light.M ❯❯❯
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