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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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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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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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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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If You Knew

I loved you until
poetry turned into a jungle.
I loved you until
the words
cut my flesh inconsistently
if I could still lay an eye on it, 
if you could hear me,
I would tell you
how I carved your name
on green arms of the
Ocean,
I carved it
with my last wish
on the floor of the
sea.
if I could still talk,
if you knew how to listen,
I would tell you
everything
what is love
but
today
it is nothing else
than a conception
of
your
dreams.

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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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The Glassy-Eyed Children

The glassy-eyed children
 watches in sleep
 mothers sitting on tobacco trunks
 on men's trunks
 their laughter fills the ravines with water
 from the stone thread fashions nipples
 feeding their babies.
 On the lady who was smiling cheerfully
 young men with a vanilla taste
dig holes in it fresh from the steps
 sheltered by the man she loved
 piece by piece
 in foreign languages
 they call their children
 on right arm
 scribbles her name
 as in a barren land
 of a war more alive over the peace.