The Holy Ways Of A Trolleybus Poem by Ira Gorshkova
The Holy Ways Of A Trolleybus
On the side of an open door
Moving, making longer days,
Do not touch, don't touch,
In the fields of a twilight side
The holy ways of a trolleybus
Spilled over the dead
The silent motionless visitor
Let an earlier morn drink
from his palms
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