When it's hot
We inhale chrysanthemae
To feel the freshness of youth,
We keep listening to mantras
And classical piano concerts.
We challenge the borders
Of people's souls
And dig deeper
For precious stones of wisdom.
A sleight of hand
Is one of reasons
Why we succeed
On this lonely planet
In gruesome times.
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to a poem by Mila Proskurnina
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