The whiteness of dreams
And dark, vivid reality,
The are uniform when we're falling asleep.
The sadness of angels and hot infernality
Are fighting within our chests and our hips.
While we fall behind all the structures of Universe,
While we look for soulmates in oceans of lust,
While we write our legends, so long, bright and luminous,
We have our own path of interpreting past.
© Maryna Tchianova
*NB! This is my poetic review of a piece written by Olga Burygina
http://stihi.ru/2021/11/21/3556 - A link to this poem
A poetic review comment of a verse Olga Burygina
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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