My displeasure to meet someone in this studio,
Like a shadow crawling to the sky.
Too many songs,
Too much time we’ve spent doodling, googling, flirting, rafting, drifting,
Too much silence
Upon doors closed.
No French fries,
No online ties,
And people no longer shake hands.
We try to catch up with our plans,
Planes, stains.
Too many calories we burn
Reading these manuscripts
Of the ancient Middle East,
And we still keep trying to tame
Our inner beasts.
(c)
Maryna Tchianova
On a series of disasters in 2021
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Марина Чиянова
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