In another section of this multiverse,
Numerous glorious sounds disrupt the silence.
I could've been there,
And maybe will be.
It's not that my will is deteriorating
Or my soul roams around weird places,
It's just as if I was inclined to live several lives at once,
So not only at circus
We juggle possibilities
And dancel like restless shadows,
We are also entitled
To keep up a heartbeat,
Make our signatures as tremendously reliable as possible,
And while within a dream
We travel from one galaxy to another,
A nebula of our emotional state
Gets more and more enlightened,
Subtly glowing,
Gradually more distinct than before.
© Maryna Tchianova
Wormhole
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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