Magnitude of our touches
Grows rapidly,
I came across you by chance,
You are a set of codes and numbers,
A gateway to freedom.
Your lightness
Is the carmic debt of mine.
Your brightness
Is the ability to think ahead of time.
Your time and space,
Character and race
Are deployed and defamed,
They reign over places with no grains.
No brains -
Too easy to be ordained,
Too simple to remain
Under a chemical rain.
The latitude of our thoughts
Is as distinct as hieroglyphics,
With you againast all odds
I will stay, youthful and prolific.
Megapolis
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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