The irresponsibility of the sky
is revealed
in its aurorial mood.
Let's watch it from different points.
Let's observe how industriously the roots rot and autumn flowers sink
into the void of our souls.
Let's decrease our wrath and exchange it for
falling stars and rising rainbows.
Let's trade our sanity for wishful thinking and let it roar.
I am the highway you follow.
I am the pulse in your body.
I am the beauty of your thought.
You are the wind.
You are a star ray.
You are the senseless being that I adore.
When your thought moves from East to West, I am there to hold it.
Take my hand and imagine it's Greenland.
The world of red tape will obey us.
(c) Maryna Tchianova
04.12.2016
Red tape
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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