A look of madness My hands froze in this cold My breath on a cloud comes out Panic in my veins slowly enters I closed my eyes Then I counted only to three A finger on the trigger slipped The noise of the bullet my senses burst Then the shackles fell The winter was not so cold
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repandylevin answered · September 18, 2020
It's a little late, it's already the first spring, now make us happy with something more cheerful and corresponding to the weather outside. Otherwise you have a sense of rhyme and the idea.
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red_morning_star answered · September 18, 2020
The poems - in the section Prose and literature. And I check there and wonder why there is nothing new. It's not bad otherwise, but it's short for me somehow.