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Vanja Izova Veleva Poem
While there is still time
close your eyes and listen...
Even the silent
have something to say.
While there is still time
go to the ceiling, root out
the forgotten boxes
full of hidden memories and halt...
dust does remember.
What is important is that there is still time
the birds of your neighborhood
to rest from cutting air
because that piece of air is common.
There is little time
to make noise
and step loudly
because voice is heard
when strong
and step when loud.
It's time to hear the unspoken
and come out of your memories
because you have been there for a long time
Copyright © Vanja Izova Veleva | Year Posted 2024
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Vanja Izova Veleva Poem
We were born in the crack of an egg
fragile and empty
with a whip of thunder
and tongues of fire
tasting the earth.
We were born with a gram of cry
and several stretches,
wrapped in cloth like caterpillars
and waiting for our wings...
We keep our shells
as a reminder of
how far we have come
and how fragile our cradle is.
We were born in a crack and
a crack, we shall return.
They welcome us in cloth and
cloth we are bidden farewell.
Just one of us shall get their wings.
Copyright © Vanja Izova Veleva | Year Posted 2024
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