A candle washes away weariness,
You whisper prayers of the forsaken nations,
Of the kin that disappeared ages ago.
Ages ago they have been building bridges
And losing temper in battles for trade centres.
Now it's nearly the same.
A human mind invents locks and keys,
Builds hotels and temples,
Prolongs lives or takes them away,
However you're unable to lie
In front of a candle
Whose fire dances
In your stone-like
Previously playful eyes.
(c) Maryna Tchianova
On globalization, progress, loneliness and the truth
A candle
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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