This fabulous May
Is made of scent of flowers
And numerous obstacles.
Can you get through to me
During air alarms?
Do you believe in my letters?
* * *
No one believes the oracle
Who is aware of the upcoming disaster,
So the truth comes in miniscule doses.
All these predictions
Are two-faced,
Like a statue of one of the ancient gods.
The spirit of the nature
Goes with the flow of time,
And it covers the city
With a flourishing veil
Of light and romantic scents.
* * *
Life and Death play chess
On the desk of my country,
But the Eternity speaks
By means of dreams and songs.
* * *
We'll break through
The darkest times
Of uncertainty and horror.
Fabulous spring
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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