Portrait of Natali Manu
The Soul String
My soul string is stretched, becoming sharp, Up to that jingling strangeness of doubts And up to ruthless swirl-like vanity. It wrapped me with familiar and elusive, Having passed through a lot of things – From sheer tenderness to hateful quarrel, But not accepting the whirlpool of events, Like a fading flower which r
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