Benoît Pioulard - Hiems

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

That Wounded Weathered

Under the Break Arch

With No Advantage

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Is in Its Clearest Form

Initial B.P.

Of Everything That Rhymes

As Would a Weaver

So Etched in Memory

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

A Shade of Celadon

And Relent

Пьяный туман

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Девочка, танцуй

Снежинки

По барам

Хищница

Rampampam

Алёшка

Можно я с тобой

КАК MOMMY

Девочка бандитка

Лесник

Komarovo

Никто

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