Emotions

My coffee is bitter,
And the soul quietly cries.
What a damn neighbor?
A wild heart, as if.

Black angels of death
Circle in the sky.
They have seen everything:
How rockets flew...

The soul hurts badly,
But revenge is burning.
Where will it fly again?
No one will guess.

Such a tragic summer,
Heat rules everywhere,
But the heart is frozen,
It cannot be saved...

We are the rear for the soldiers,
Their hope, support.
Let's gather strength,
Help is needed!

Let the enemy tremble
And dance with death!
Our soldiers are ready
To open the gates to hell.

Liliya Matvyeva
10.07.24