Here it is, here it is - the time of spring black snow, when black and white is in favor,
when the sick at heart try to cross the wobbly bridge to the other shore, so as not to fall into the steel waters, from which no one will save for sure.
Here it is - the time of the fishermen who threw their nano-nets, so wherever you are:
in Nedrigailivka or Mexico City, you're caught.
But never! It's time to collect snowdrops.
It's time to trample the growth and knead the swamp on the roads of conquered Ukraine_Ruins.
It's time to weave yateri_saki_ventiry*,
because there are more fish for us in the rivers_lakes_estuaries.
And here we are.
We have this time, and we are in it. Why don't we love each other?
Why don't we live fearlessly, with dignity, with love?
We still have time.
*Ukrainian traditional fishermen nets
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
Spring Black Snow Time
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2021
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