Waves
Silently she waits,
wearing a crest of a wave on her finger.
The night will erase all the meaningless fears.
Silently she dares
to break all the obstacles unforeseen,
to dive into the truth
that is far from luxurious.
Silently she realizes
that part of her fault is in building a world of hypocrisy.
Silently she dreams
of becoming younger.
Silently she falls asleep
between Achilles and Odysseus,
counting the reasons for blindness.
Silently she melts the ice
of her tranquility
in a solar whirlpool
that must eradicate her as well,
but it won’t.
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016
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