Our world / Poem by Tatiana Gritsan-Chonka 

 
Poem by Tatiana Gritsan-Chonka 
 
 
Our world
 
Our white world,
Wrapped in tears,
Other times are for gold…
The world is painted, the woman is wearing shoes.
Stunned by grace,
Forgotten by the sun.
World beloved,
I do not sleep in the world…
I walk like the wind, touching the harbor,
I draw the tops
Sailing wing.
I’m in the sunny bunny,
Patterned patch…
And it still seems – life is just a dream.

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