Archive for the ‘Аня’ Category

1.19

Submerged and submitted,

surrounded by ice,

I die to myself.

Agony, ecstasy, numbness,

cacophony and silence,

everything and nothing.

In those few seconds,

I cease to exist

and that

is bliss.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Candles (ROC)

Your skepticism has ugly, loud manifestations.

Our Faith is beautiful,

peaceful,

tranquil.

We are human,

we can hope.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Golub' s olivkovoy vetv'yu

She views you

much the same way you view him:

Frightful thought!

Let’s walk back, reflect,

forward.

Grace be.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat