excruciating happiness
sweet pain
that's what I feel for you
my dear Ukraine
maidans grow hopes in news
old promised lands
words board my drifting heart
and sails withstand
you move the waterline
my thoughts don't sink
I dress your bitterness
in dark-blue ink
I mourn your losses streak
when greet new morns
a cross is mounted high
above the thorns
I feel the nails in wrists
your lords' disdain
that's how you touch my soul
my dear Ukraine
January 16, 2014