Letter to my Friend Blackbird

My dear Blackbird,

I haven’t sent you my news for quite long.
I travelled to places that in old times
were happy.
You know, in such places every
random crescent turns into a full moon.

Seriously, how is it possible
for the places to be happy again
when even the sound of their name
is a reminiscence of moment-destruction?

–And I said no. It can’t be possible.
Destiny will change its mind.
But everything in this life is recyclable.
People were born separately
and they have to live separately.

   

I send you all my best wishes,
Iris Verina

     

   

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