A blue-eyed young lady
Dances to the music
In a cafe that's closed,
And even fir trees
Look as if they were liannae.
A golden lock of her hair
Falls from the purest sky,
She doubts her memories,
Plays a hang drum in the street,
She is a display of silence.
Colourful flags
Spread light and cold,
Her experience of making things up
Is in tune with a dolphin's song.
Her dance is like a river,
She looks like an angel
With a bit of worry in her face,
With a voice pure
And a soul refined, distant.
She carries keys in her mind
And gives them to wrong people,
However most see her
As a tremendous
Splash in the sky,
As a never-ending puzzle.
(To a metamodern Leda, seen in Kyiv in 2017, by chance)
Inspired by Italian fashion and Far East music.
Her portrait
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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