I'm not a winner –
Rather survivor
Have dodged execution
The chaos denier
And orders of yours
In the time coming
And word that is binding –
Again, you just lost it
My mind and my heart
You had been exhausting
Swelter, famine and death
Sure, will come to our age
You still singing of surf
With mind in a cage?
“Oh, the sea!”
Woe to you, unconcerned
Losing one, drained to dirt
To well you went down
Lowered by rock
But not by a crane
No, not by a crane…
The blossom of flower
So salty – you see?
Now it’s too sear
But once was white-plain
And spirit of yours
Was so clean and so brave
Will it grow there –
On bottom? You tell us
Primrose!
Keep safe all your petals
Rocks and sands, if God wills
You’ll pass through
Then… to bloom
Truly to bloom
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
I'm not a winner –
Rather survivor
Have dodged execution
The chaos denier
And orders of yours
In the time coming
And word that is binding –
Again, you just lost it
My mind and my heart
You had been exhausting
Swelter, famine and death
Sure, will come to our age
You still singing of surf
With mind in a cage?
“Oh, the sea!”
Woe to you, unconcerned
Losing one, drained to dirt
To well you went down
Lowered by rock
But not by a crane
No, not by a crane…
The blossom of flower
So salty – you see?
Now it’s too sear
But once was white-plain
And spirit of yours
Was so clean and so brave
Will it grow there –
On bottom? You tell us
Primrose!
Keep safe all your petals
Rocks and sands, if God wills
You’ll pass through
Then… to bloom
Truly to bloom
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