My own verse.
This verse is about the shortcomings of the new style of communication, noticeable especially in colleges, which is devoid of argument, debate, and excitement, and full of unchallenged falsehoods, entitlement, and apathy of most.
- Goals: communication
At age thirteen
I was a queen
of interaction
with tea.
This is a reflection on the days in LA.
This poem is dedicated to my teen family of Donetsk. These kids of the neighborhood took care of me during days in the first year of my life, and then I spent almost all Summers with them from age six to eighteen. Most of them were about ten years older than me, but I perceived them as my best company.
Oh, give us just one rain!
For living to remain.
This poem is about areas of Ukraine that were liberated from RF contract army and soldier of fortune, some Russian from prisons. I wrote it after a studying a detailed report about treatment of civilian population in the currently still occupied Kherson region, already knowing a lot about war crimes in Bucha, Irpen, and other Ukrainian towns and villages.
