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Prophetic poetry
Is being written
With an angel’s feather
That intentionally
Having fallen
Out of his white wing
Those who never talk about death
Never seen her before
Never met her eye-to-eye
Never witnessed the burial of a lifeless body,
A coffin full of bones
They never met her
She's like a star
I can only see her face from afar
She's like a river
She has life flowing through her blood
She's a giver
I wander from one current to another
Run
Run wild
Behave kind
Pass across evil
And be blind
I've had sleepless nights
Rotting in a room
Letting go of my speaking rights
The weather was nice
The people wore smiles
Who am I? Who are you?
I look for you
I seek you everywhere I go
Who are you? who am I?
How do you know me?
Why do you know me?
It's been six months since I last had a suicidal thought.
Six months since calling the hotlines.
Suffering in bed.
Я так люблю тебе, країна,
Бо ти свята моя родина.
Приносиш мені стільки щастя,
Бо ти для мене, Україна.
У цьому злі, у цьому горі
Ми живемо, як у полоні.
Nighttime
And I'm once again sitting on my bed
Thoughts fight inside my head
I truly wanna know
God, if you please tell me
My mind is killing me
I let my hair grow
Not to be sad
Not to be bad
But to be brave
When I let go of what I had
Do you ever think
About the stars in the middle of the dark
Do you ever wonder
If they are scared
If they are not
Do you even know
Dear Peter Pan,
Oh, how I have loved you the most,
Your stories in Neverland are far more precious than gold,
