“The Spinning”

The world has been spinning.
Since the beginning of mankind, conquests have risen, fallen, centralized power, freedom.
Rulers repeat the same decisions, national interests, racial superiority, power and greed.
Children revolve around their parents.
Old age revolves around children.
The world has always gone round and round.
It repeats itself through human forgetfulness.
Historical novels, documentaries, memorials.
With a toothpick, we try to set the wheel in motion.
The grass of evil rises and falls with the flesh of men.
The world
Still goes on and on
Spinning, spinning.
2022.02.24
First day of the Russian attack on Ukraine.

“A bouquet of flowers”

Insert a bouquet of flowers
Not for romantic imagination
Not to please anyone
To commemorate this bright red season
Bouquet full of layered red
Extend outwards
When that shell hit your heart
The curve of blooming is also like this
A slow and elegant second
I fell into endless darkness
Buy this bouquet of flowers
I’m not pretending to be elegant
Or decorate the residence
if possible
I am willing to take them
Scattered on the streets filled with smoke and gunpowder
Placed on every street corner
In memory of those
Because of one person
Under the enormous and ugly ambition
What has passed away
Beautiful soul.
2022.03.10- Dedicated to Ukraine

“When the airplane takes off”

When the plane takes off, the world is tilted
Land leaving the consolidated horizontal line
Floating in the sky
In the dark night, the light of the city
As it rises, it flashes densely
I looked down at the Milky Way on the ground

When the plane takes off, the world is tilted
My vision jumps out of control
My heart has lost its roots

How do humans exist in solitude?
Leaving the ground is the same
I come from different perspectives
Discovering new possibilities
From the eternal truth.