Storm. Poems of 2022.

You didn't expect, You 're not used to it, But this moment it' s time.

Which it showld have been Happen.

Thunder rumbled with a zipper, And our sea something rustled, h sang about something loud, And clear, l'm womied about something.

The people threw at him

Capricious, severe, anything, every chaos is garbage our sea expressed.

Your discontent _ zlost, th rough an emotional storm.

Yes. Here. Somehow it is So.

Accept this fact Olga. Aucept the fact.

Storm, there is a storm.

And there is no need to chase the past.

Everything is superfluous exinict, out of date.

Everything superfluous with You, forever, with a bullet.

Camied away by this storm.

Thas 's great Olya.

You' re not used to it.

And l 've been for along time not surprising.

The time is So hash, makes this storm everyone, incjuding me, change.