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Слушать(AI)Glowing skies
The glowing skies,
Immense pillars of light,
A long story
Of pain, suffering and delight,
Coldness,
A statuesque approach
To dreams
Seen on a couch
Of Fortune
Turning into Fate rapidly...
People are dots on a cosmic map -
Their silence is deadly.
People have souls which remind
Mandalas...
People play with their values
And the idea of sacred
Questions
Of ideological digestion.
Under glowing light blue skies
People feel united
Finally.
They regain kindness
And a good memory.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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