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Best Poems Written by Elena Mihalachi

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Love Me

Love me 
when you hear the lips parting the silence 
And the soul of the night is unraveling 
In the vapor of light 
I'm just a child 
who torments the dawn stretching 
My thoughts on the bleeding strings! 
Love me,
Upon being hidden from the eternal with astonished steps 
Walking the shells under the eyelids. 
Trees that break their eyelashes. 
Giving into the shade. . . 
I'm nothing else than a grass stubble, 
White passions return to the panhandles of birds! 
Love me, 
We're close to the heaven: 
Me, you, the yellowish leaf, 
The deer, the desert licked up the warm windows.

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In the Step of Morning Dance

you've been absent for a long time, as a whisper
colored pencils of living cells
I wasn't aware of which story to look for you in
without it, I have lost a lot
a leg
a hand 
a kidney
my head
until my heart was filled with longing
from the wooden lungs.
when you are in love with each other
at the core of the earth
thoughts have roots that twist
throughout all the sacrificial actions
to turn into a blessing despair.
an echo lost in the church bell reveals 
the truth through skeletons thrown into a hidden closet
sunlight sealed the door
wrapped up in the morning 
the lips in a step dance
after 100 years of breathing per minute, life begins.

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I Am On High Alert

I am asked for the access code that will expire 15 minutes after
behind the curtains 
someone is nervously tapping their foot on the floor
creaking
I'm waiting in my imaginary world,
even though I haven't been for a long time
I created my reasons and opinions
if longing cannot create spaces in between
then who creates so much space between the suspension points..
with them it's all clear...
those who are healing will need
room to rest
if
their last words were not:
God, how do I step over this maze?!
maybe they still haven't decided which labyrinth would be preferred
in the place of greenery too many shadows been gathered
some walk in their hands
some walk in their heads
others walk in their soul
if I tell someone else the password of my imaginary
world, 
after which ellipsis points
will got hit by the
REALITY?

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The Parents

I watch her even now-running,
Toward unknown paths, forever in a hurry,
With tears streaming down the eyes,
Always pretending to be tireless.

So was the mother and so were the children,
Torn from the luminaries of the soul,
My mother- the Word in my house,
And dad- the pillar that lifts us up to the clouds.

 My parents, protective same as the saints,
 Guides through the absurd darkness,
 Through which even the grandfathers fought,
 With faith in my soul and in my heart- words.

 Despite everything, their love prevailed,
 Even through the overwhelming gloominess,
 Same as the saints shining,
 Ahead our parents, and we behind them.

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Sensitivity

I hide behind false identities
So pain can't find me, 
sat on the sofa ravaged by dreams 
reading in the light of the candle of happiness.
Wrapped my bare shoulders wet with tears,
With a blanket of warm cotton happiness.
So much happiness is in my soul! 
You wait for me at the entrance of a
well-prepared future,
falling to my knees
With three roses in hand
looking at me, reading in my eyes a destiny
embracing me
with a touch of the sensitivity of my thoughts.

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Wedding In the Sky

I married the place where I was born at a second time, 
Even today, your chest is still holding,
The vibrations that become intense,
When my hand touches your rim. 

You acknowledge,
That we've always been willing to breathe
Perhaps freer among space,
With fire roots around the neck,
Shouted at each other silently of love,
The world has ceased its existence.
I am suffocating, 
A distance away from me 
The appearance of a different era occurs: 
Of being or not. 
I let my Vail fall on your palms,
Digging springs on my shoulders,
Flemish to you. 
You forgot, 
our marriage is bound in heaven,

There is no love on the Earth!

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Stripped of Verbs

Stripped of verbs

last night i slept with myself
i hugged and kissed before sleep.
In the middle of the night I was pushing myself off the bed,
There was no room and I wanted to step aside.
From my body, letters flowed,
I tried to squeeze my breasts so that somehow I wouldn't lose,
The words I would whisper to myself before falling asleep,
But my nipples were incapable of keeping marks
Teeth broken in a hurry.

Between me and myself I put the verb: "Shoot!"
And I pulled my buttocks closer
So that I can feel the blood running rebel
To the column of pulsations that ruled my body.

I sat down next to Me
And I was kissing my hair:
You know, we should be between our clothes more often!

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At a Distance of Two Graves

At a distance of two graves
angels do not have wings on their backs
their unrest stirs up the earth
somehow a sunrise is brought closer
for the eternally asleep.

At a distance of two graves
a bunch of discarded wings
today
what nobody needs anymore, 
I burn in voices that extinguish 
and collect the sky of ashes
of the grass
water
fingers
nobody
makes the cross sign
everyone prays for themselves 
and each of them has only one grave
where they are almost kneeling.

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You have been missed

You have been missed- Elena Mihalachi 

It's been a while since you've been here.

By a desired whisper on a sea floor, pencils are being used to color living cells 
unsure of which story to search for you in. 
Without the Poseidons' call, 
my blood waves had been broken by the Trident' last wish.
early sunsets with the softener of corals in a war treasure 
I have lost a lot: 
a leg, 
a hand, 
a kidney, 
my head; 
Until my heart was filled with longing, 
from the wooden lungs, 
every tale has a fairy or ghosted tail. 
The love I was sharing was the most profound, 
my silk window was made using the most recent fabric 
kept in my tears with decades above the naphthalene hunger touches my childhood without sharpening any of my innocence. 
Empty glasses were left behind in the area everyone was attempting to reach- 
The Horizon, 
Thirsty for the beloved naivety 
you left rearranged on the pulsing shelves. 
When you are infatuated with each other, 
in the core of the earth, twisting roots can shape thoughts, 
throughout any sacrificial actions to turn into a blessing of despair. 
The church bell's echo reveals everyone's Skeletons thrown into a hidden closet 
might be happening at night, when everyone's leaving their wings 
but there is nothing behind the door where the sunlight seals it with dozens of seahorses. 
Wrap me up in the morning, please. 
when lips move in a step dance 
Life begins with 100 years 
of breathing per minute
under water.


Thank you <3

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You Are the Beautify Hell

blue veins appear from your thoughts
 reach to the brain
 to the heart
 to the lungs
 and lead to NOTHING
 that's what anyone would say
 I have no doubt
 when i showed up
 you were the cornerstone of the back yard
 the road furrowed by liquid corals
 treasure dug deep
 of thieves in the night
 silent traffic light raining
 of the indifference between red and green

 the divorced rain on the face of a weeping woman
 gradually you transformed
 in a hospital with spiritual realities
 in an infinite scale
 ready to penetrate the lily apocalypse
 from which it feeds
 the mouths of all that were
 and none for the one who would stay

 You are the beautify Hell
 where love is made
 on the sacred fire
 anybody
 no doubts
 it would tear splinters from the soul
 to retain you
 always on.