Rosaceous weightless feelings for the screen,
So strong that I begin to suffocate.
Sweet intimacy shapes the moving scene.
I'm kneeling down, I want to supplicate.
To be the blooming essence of the film.
To be the blade of sacred truth and lies.
To be this tragic voice and solemn hymn.
To be undying beauty in your eyes.
My gaze is focused on the glowing wall.
The night will blossom slowly on the street.
I'll be the only person in the hall.
No one will see me crying in the seat.
My heart is buried in the cinema.
My heart is buried in the cinema.
My heart is buried in the cinema.
Film Lover
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2023
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