- the poem of "Doctor Zhivago"
The sound of the dark horse's hooves has surrounded the land
and the smoke is everywhere, and the ghost in the dream is lying on the wall The
wind whips the only house on the plain
It reminds me of the
white powder of winter in Russia , Russia is the women's slender waists,
naked women nailed to the bed for you to touch
"My gun went off and
my friends
cut their palms in the red hall -
to die? No -
to revolution!"
So I opened an epic poem
The silver blade is rushing down the street
waiting for you, is a team of guards
A poet who faces the blade The
early morning snow will dress up the street as usual
Russia is not like this every day
Russia is not your forever father
2013.2. 14. Ralph
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