For years, centuries, aeons
We have been seeking hope
And once we have found it,
It shines like a carnelian
On a tight silver rope.
Our souls and thoughts
Correlate with each other,
Our spirits form a union
For a mysterious conclusion.
Apart from illusions,
We can play and dance,
And we have a chance
To overcome delusion.
Metamodern anthem 2022
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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