She is a nymph

She is a dryad
Walking through the forest,
A book addict and a writer.

A lonely soul
In a cold world,
A mystery for numerous readers.

She tries so hard
To pass by all shades of the mundane,

And as a playwright
She is ruthless,
Well-tuned
To the detail.

A deity
In one particular region,
A lady who writes
A tragic story of our class.



© Maryna Tchianova devoted to

©Anna Kostenko


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