I haven't seen your olive eyes
For a while,
I know how you can hypnotize
While I'm in exile.
How can you tell the right the wrong?
A long step through a dark wood,
How many broken hearts have we left in our neighbourhood?
We haven't spotted a new epoch popping up,
We are the most free thinkers,
And our silence is the key
To a new world, a new fragility,
A new reality.
I cross this corridor of white and red,
Marginal thoughts cross my mind.
You know I'm real
But someone thinks it's a project.
The only way to feel
A new sunrise emerging.
Save me
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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