I keep writing,
Sending letters to you,
Sending my memories,
Playfully drowning them
In the blueness of paper.
Your eyes
Reflect the beauty of letters,
I can navigate your look,
I can feel the flow of the wind,
The speed, anticipation,
I cross the border
Of the Cloud Nine.
You see in your dreams
The vastness
Of summer sky,
The clarity of water,
And your eyes
Are inviting
Like the instinct of flight.
© Maryna Tchianova
Based on the artwork by David Weiss, displayed in Swiss Institute/Contempopary Art New York museum.
David Weiss
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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