I knew what holiday icy lumps … (Lara Mishanova)

I knew what holiday icy lumps of distrust When, falling down, falling star,And I feel suddenly losing her Desire can’t make all Flying into the abyss, to the middle of nowhere And remained patiently waiting,Though all rudely hacked, no key And somewhere nearby wandering mirages Painted black-and-white Is a state of mind:Winter in the midst of a feverish summer, And only the weeping of insomnia at night And the pain melted into hundreds of small clots Person substituting sunlight,Instant catch: now released Patch the wound hastily, hurry Meaninglessness becomes a dream And only the fear of Cold sticky strarved to shreds the wings behind your back