Love Will Come to Me Tomorrow
Kherson
She will prick with thorns
She will breastfeed
Love does not know what we call love
She will look for her name everywhere
She will be the life of all
Love will clear the heavenly stars from mines
She doesn’t know what the future is
She doesn’t want the future to come
Oh Love, we’ll all suffocate without you
in the electric sky of wires
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Mykyta Ryzhykh from Nova Kakhovka Citу, Ukraine, has work published in the journals: Dzvin, Ring A, Polutona, Rechport, Topos, Articulation, Formaslov, Colon, Literature Factory, Literary Chernihiv, on the portals LitCenter and Soloneba, as well as in the Ukrainian literary newspaper.
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