This sort of reality's made of bruises,
Confusing, enthusing and slowly losing
My widsom, my freedom and this attention -
Immeasured within me. This inspiration
Reverberates slowly, like no exclusion
It shatters the shadows of this delusion.
I leave you but my mind still holds a record
Of our immense lovely days. Like petals
We shiver and shimmer, and pray, and whisper,
We share a vast presence of holy distance.
* Based on my impressions of this poem of yours.
Thank you for writing in Ukrainian!
* the original poem is here - http://stihi.ru/2014/05/15/7857
My reality a poetic review Yulia Melnik
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