Green Tenderness from Census 2020 by Lana Shkadova

All the poetry is from loneliness
And desires from the unspoken
You control people remotely
By not giving them what they want
Not because you cannot
But because you thrive on the craving
You must be one that's crazy
Constantly validating your sorrow
And I... want to encourage this world!!!

I will wash all my laundry
And rearrange books on shelves
And continue to write the manuscript...
Of self-experience...

When the passion ignites like dry shrub
It burns trash of assumptions
Together with dreams

Seasons change
Markets fluctuate
And the charred roots of love
Will eventually give
Brand new shoots
And I wonder
Who will ride over them
With all-terrain wheels?

Not all hearts can be reached
By green tenderness...
On a trail you laugh at naivity
While I cry over cynicism
Watering tiny trees
Hoping to nurture a forest
For lovers to listen to squirrels...
For the birds to lay eggs
And for a private cemetery
Of two humble graves...
One is for my body
The other - for my creativity...
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12APR2020


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