Minsk

The white wings of death scatter our days

Minsk
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings.
For even as love crowns you so shall it crucify you.
Descend to your roots and shake them from their clinging to the earth.
We shall be together when the white wings of death scatter our days.
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