The illusion of sanctity
Comes around when
Nothing is left to deal with
But a deluge of lies.
A warning sign
In the sky,
A lonely sound
Of a nightingale,
A night of a raging sea...
Angels
As one more illusion
You are appointed as a translator
So you only bring facts
But facts are built into a long string of lies
And you don't have time to tell one from another.
You just listen to beautiful songs,
To the clearest sounds of the harp,
Keep looking for harmony,
Trying to breathe it in before
One more page unfolds.
A string of aquamarines
Is a silent promise
To bring our heaven back to us
To make this wonderful place
Part of Ukraine
Again. For good.
Devoted to Sal Rachele, a US writer and prophet
Aquamarine cycle. 1
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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