Valentine's Day is coming to an end.
Women stand silently on the parade ground.
A fairy-tale view from the quarantine window.
Shapeless snow falls from the sky.
The parade ground is covered in a few seconds.
Valentine's Day.
My heart, don't hurt, don't hurt.
With those who are there, in the impenetrable distance
Nothing will happen right now.
My heart, paranoid and liar,
This is not yet the last February,
Foolish bird.
This is not yet the finished term,
The form is full of unfilled lines,
White as snow, under the trampled sky.
My heart, it's just a movie.
Women silently lie down at the bottom
Together with the snow.
The sky is covered with a gray carpet,
A cloud crawls like a steam-filled balloon —
A fairy-tale view from an empty well.
A shapeless year falls from the sky.
Valentine's Day approaches and waits.
So — it will wait.
02/14/2025
Z. B.
* Included in the list of «terrorists and extremists».