- Polina Gazeeva
Evening
Leaving for what was never meant to be ours
Letting the Gods decide upon our fate.
I wished for the suffering to cover what was left of my day,
But I prayed for the greatness burning in flames.
Know the day is sinking in your hands
Each through fingers falling far.
I am empty and it truly merely matters.
Come have coffee with me at a bar.
Or we pour wine in one litter bottle,
It will mix with the feelings and thoughts.
We will indulge it on the way to the border.
As we glide through streets with no name,
In the city that doesn't know us.
And we will watch a trauma movie
Because our lives have went this far.
