Poems By TEODOZIA ZARIWNA

The Simple Things  The simple things are the most valuable: bread; graph ruled notebooks; wind reading a tree,flipping through its leaves… I do not wish to suffer to the point where I cry.  My eye follows a clock’s second hand.Why does it run so fast, like the enemy soldiers across my landand my own consciousness and hopes as if it is their home? Reddish stains on the ground […]

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