poems by Mardarovych Solomiia Bogdanivna

*** At the height of long-term dreams,on the steps of already blocked channels,five minutes to the spring sounds and colored lanternsI will carry a sheet with the inscription “hope”. Outside, the rain is playing in A minor,and the wind sways the broken and wet wings,five minutes to spring sounds and colored lanterns,I will carry a piece of paper with the […]

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