A heart of stone,
A brooch of steel,
A masked parade -
No forks, no veal.
Luminiscent -
Such a fresh scent
Of this descent
That hurts for real.
Our pride unmasked,
Collective dance.
A long campaign,
So unsurpassed.
Unlock our days
And ease the haze -
We're just the same.
We're not to blame.
*Can muses still sing where the canons roar?
*Idea - 2018
*Realization - 2024
Stones and muses
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2024
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