Defeat


Through savannah and Karakum
one hundred thousand
deaths are riding
to the throne of Kazakhstan

Xerophytes from Kiev
welcomes Master of the Urals:

“We fell down without delievering
the best we could
the best we had
on cavalry
I cut out Kyiv
but,
saline glory looks pale, is fading”

When she heard this
river huddled
among the bowel from the Hetman

at dusk
all died down
all Cossacks
have fallen
assigned to the cruelty

Along the steppe
boomed and thundered
in a flood of
river Nadja

As I walk I am crying
as I walk I’m laughing

This water is born anew

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Author: Leila Samarrai

I am a person of Himalayan seclusion, I am Atalanta in vestments of Helen of Troy, for me there is no term (aphorism there is, maybe). Cosmopolitan is too modest word for one who wanders across epochs without the help of the time machine. Some people consider me weird, because usually this is so when they do not understand something or someone that do not represent their existence. I love cats, an animals in general, I like challenges, I am persistent, I am combative (sometimes I can exaggerate in that - in all) If I were stylistic figure my mortal name would be Hyperbole. Read me. Know me. Conquer me :)

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