Wormwood, by I. Larkov My fire on the shore was getting low. /
The liquid glass was petting sleepy sand. /
And bitter wormwood soul, evaporating slow, /
In misty darkn...
Wormwood, by Constantine Rusanov My bonfire on the shore was burning down. /
I heard the rustling sound of streaming glass. /
The acrid soul of wistful wormwood wound /
Through ...