Having stumbled upon
A list of new inventions,
We have been trying to overthrow
Our mistakes and wrong dimensions.
* * *
The Universe is a wide choice
Of shining stars.
They tremble and swirl
While we are matriculated
By long and wholesome
Leaves among grey stones.
Each element of the nature
Goes on to blossom,
Never worried by routines
And shuffling hymns.
They shine from within.
* * *
A morning far away from you -
You belong to another world -
Is ecstatic. Can we once again
Rebuild and reveal what the future holds
For us?
* * *
Fairly among bits of dust
We think of what we must
Defragment and reframe
With vibrations of holy names.
Mornings far away
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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I guess this is someone you barely know,
Neither do I.
We might have met at once,
And I enjoy the lightness of his glance.
A bit eccentric, still conservative he is,
He could have seen in me the opposition,
But how on Earth can I tend to resist
Temptation of this mirroring position?
His grin is made of capital and humour,
His knowledge still contains some details lost,
He's far from being a chaotic rumour,
He knows some English. In his mind at first
Ideas multiply, then people notice
His mind is glued to gilded paths of wealth.
No acronyms can alter my devotion
And hidden undertones of this pathetic wrath.
I visit all museums, with a passion
Imagining how they will still evolve
But he admires bumpy rides immensely...
We both reflect all sides of human worth.
Марина Чиянова 30.04.2022 14:52 Заявить о нарушении
Neither do I.
We might have met at once,
And I enjoy the lightness of his glance.
A bit eccentric, still conservative he is,
He could have seen in me the opposition,
But how on Earth can I tend to resist
Temptation of this mirroring position?
His grin is made of capital and humour,
His knowledge still contains some details lost,
He's far from being a chaotic rumour,
He knows some English. In his mind at first
Ideas multiply, then people notice
His mind is glued to gilded paths of wealth.
No acronyms can alter my devotion
And hidden undertones of this pathetic wrath.
I visit all museums, with a passion
Imagining how they will still evolve
But he admires bumpy rides immensely...
We both reflect all sides of human worth.
Марина Чиянова 30.04.2022 14:52 Заявить о нарушении