# Yellow tongue

Кирилл Владимирович Урванцев

English pls

Rainy drops cut drowsy hair

Feels some hunger feels the bad

Wanted shiny busy day- burned this memory as well

Not a feeling, not a joy

Just a hunger,just killjoy

Now I'm sitting, glassy eyes

Looking through the greyest past

An anxiety that was, an anxiety with dust

Rainy drops with bloody shines

Cut my hair, cut yours and ours

Any feelings?Any sounds?

Wanted to scream words or something?

Wanted to write it like Cummings?

All u did is just a writing.

Not a word, just simple doubting.....