Whatever happens

Keep calm

Viruses roam the continents

Fly by the plane

Look into the eyes

And heart

Destroy the ocean of thoughts

Be a soldier

Armed with smile

Shield of tenderness

Surround loved ones

Keep calm

Kindle the hope

In others’ eyes

Become a grass

Survive…

I live in a cocoon

Blue shell

Filters the sun

I am talking

I am screaming

I am crying

Mom does not understand

Invisible thread

Surrounds me

Release me

Hold me

Even when I scratch

I beg for love

Don’t reject me

Save me

We are included in the calculation of the world

Once you mate

Ten I check

And although winters are passing, summers

Still is the best to dream under the sky

Like Wanderers on the road

Towns and villages

People dreams

Stones shells

Sea sand

Tears pressed

Between happiness

On the map of life

The compass of the heart knows the way

Mountains rivers forest behind us

Still an unknown distance ahead

Build the world anew

From the basement to the roof

Shake the pillows full of feelings

Wash dark thoughts from the windows

Garnish balcony with flowers

Wrap walls with love

Prepare warm words

For everyday and Sunday

So the happiness will not run out

Gather smiles like plums

Preserve in jars

For winter

Evening

And rain

I will come to this world

Invite me for a tea

There will be spot for a cat

Colorful windowsill

First in brown

Horror in the eyes

Shaky step

Second in white

Stunned by the news

Takes small steps

Afraid of falling

Third in light blue

Small

Puts courageous steps

Bearded thug

Prods women apart

Life goes on

People eat dates

Death hangs in the air

Three women

Kneel on the asphalt

Air is stagnant

Thug carries a rifle

Like a bag with groceries

Sneaks from the back

Like a thief

Shoots in the neck

The one in the brown

Falls forward

The one in white

On her face

The one in light blue

Still kneeing

With her breasts rebelliously forward

Falls to the side

The burqa seam uncovers a foot

The killer covers it

And calls gravediggers

The longer I write to You

The more I move away

From dried pear tree

And path of asters

A shed passes by

Eaten by time

Looms in memory

I wash with rain

Faces of memories

Where every summer

Braids of hollyhocks were blooming

Paradise

Was path of grass

I am writing back

With short thought

Maybe with you it will sprout with a poem