poetry

  • Poem: Smoke

    I used to smokeAnd then I stoppedAnd then I am back to itWhere nothing feels like in controlIt gives me pauseIt gives me a few seconds in between inhalesTo take in beauty of the worldThe same odd momentIn which I feel my body poisonedJust as muchAs much as our little precious worldI then feel like…

    anaushakova

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  • Poem: The list

    There is this list, of things I am worried gone foreverBecause of war.A peaceful long night sleepA smile without heavinessPerhaps, my home the way I saw it lastAnd opportunityTo walk as freely as I could on streets I knowTo talk, to share, laughWith friends, with those who understand, hold hope that we can build a…

    anaushakova

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