Dnepr
my mother was born under marl
death and seize and hide in the mountains
marl stone dry earth cold wind
sea ice waves are slowly rising
sharp thrusts, sometimes vertical
openwork lambs
memories burn in the blue night
born and lost on the riverbank
that's how they are close, they burn again and again
a lost and fat day
we lost the honey cup, we forgot
and full of hope for the days to come
memories and pride from the beginning and
a flower I grew in my coat
I get bogged down in us