Category: me
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I do not write poetry. I just don’t dare calling my little writings this way. What I write is just verses that come into my head once in a while, and sometimes need to be vocalized. Sometimes I have a soft smile, most of the times tears in my eyes, and other times gentle and quiet…
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Three months. Three lifetimes. Twenty years. Infinity. And all of this time in between. Half of my family – gone. Where are you all? Are you, really, watching over us? Praying is no help. Will you ever hear me, O Lord?
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В этом городе звезды так близко – рукою подать В этом городе воздух напоен лавандой и мятой В эту ночь как спою я Тебе о любви? Your night’s stars are so close, I can touch them by hand Satiated Your air with lavender smell Where find the words for my love song to You, When…