Someone's silence is faint,
Too simple, too transparent.
Bread for free, they say.
Water with a molecule of sadness.
For years, lonely,
Devastated,
Dehumanized
People would cross roads
Between two false flags,
And play chess
With falling stars.
We don't wish to be in their place,
We cut down our wishes,
A crowded planet,
Too many similar souls,
Too many checkpoints,
Too many bizarre songs.
The elevator
From abstract thinking
To the depth of reincarnations
Goes up and down
And rivers talk to us
Silently
Would you like to settle down?
Would you like to build a temple?
© Maryna Tchianova
Inspired by Kyiv murals and Ukrainian historic cinema
Food and the other weird things
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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