I am the poet of the world wars and walking through the land of tears.
Century of wars

THE LAND

On your back in that backpack
I have packed with me your shadow
And any advice is useless
I returned the key to happiness

Your dreams
I lost in the distance long ago
For centuries I passed days and hours
And fate does not know for the first time in life

Which way you are wandering
And whose dreams are you floating into now
After all, they burned the earth
Paths lead only to the edge of darkness

And yet I can soar even higher
Even though they broke our wings a long time ago
After the tears, only the cold was left on the eyelashes
The name doesn’t matter anymore

I became my own light myself
And you, still keep wandering in the dark
With my heart in my hand
I walk the path to happiness to find another destination

All that remained was a sad dream and unfinished coffee
Love
The miracle didn’t come at the last second
And my own story is writing letter without two of us

I was looking for
The way to open the sky to us
And a lie has its own truth
It’s time to end, whispered the night

(for all those who had to leave their land and never came back)

(18.06.2023)

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