Stones, clay, sand.
Roughness, rustle.
Falling stone.
Swift's flight.
Bumblebee buzzing
and mental silence.
Clapping with one hand.
Bullets whistle.
It's so lucky it doesn't hit the temple of someone,
who was once a druid, a disciple of Lao Tzu, a sorcerer and a poet.
He is alive. Still alive.
But he's wanted to die a long time ago.
He knows nothing of himself.
He is a Chronicler, an Observer.
Therefore, he'll come from this most absurd war.
And I'll meet him quite by accident in one of the cafes.
We'll be sitting in the quiet corner,
drinking mojito and latte macchiato.
He'll be speaking. I'll be silent.
He'll read in my eyes when he's be able to die.
14.05 27.06 2021
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
Biochemistry of Spirituality
© Copyright: Валентин Лученко, 2021
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