1
***
whistling the
melodies of the wind rose
in the heart of
the northern city,
following the
faded footprints of those
who passed that
way before you were blamed guilty,
just walk –
seeking for His justice and will
between silent
stones and yellow mud,
just move –
until the sharpest blade of thrill
is showing them
your way by the line of blood.
don’t catch the
cold flames of their fire,
it’s your route,
you don’t really need 'em.
He’ll be there –
at the point of your entire
freedom.
2
***
Over. No hugs.
No kisses.
Nothing about
love.
Where are the
precious feelings
sent from the
high above?
Where are the
days I treasured
when each of
them was new?
Where are the
nights I measured
only by loving
you?
Being in love
and honest,
haven’t I
suffered yet?
Wish I can be
the strongest
woman you’ve
ever met.
3
***
She is thinking
of you. She is starting each day by the picture
of your
beautiful face, of your thoughtful and caring eyes.
She is thinking
of how you are carefully teaching a teacher,
how you’re
calling her ‘sunshine’… And, honestly, no one denies
that she’s worth
it. And feeling your everyday patience and care
she just
couldn’t ignore it. It’s been so fantastic and new
that she’s
started to feel – she can fly, she can go anywhere
being all by
herself, being happy… and thinking of you.
VICTORIA SOKOLOVSKAYA
VICTORIA SOKOLOVSKAYA: Born in Polotsk,
Belarus. Started writing poetry at 16. The author of 3 books of poetry: “The
Lady-Bird” (2005), “My Poems” (2010), “Egyptian Notebook” (2019). Laureate of
the World Literary and Poetry Competition “The Golden Lyre of Hope” from the
First Literary Museum of A.S. Pushkin in the USA (New York, 2003). II degree
Laureate of the International Literary Contest dedicated to Agniya Barto’s
115th Anniversary (Sydney, Australia, 2021).
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