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There's no turning back, no, no, no!

When it's dawn.

And now dawn has dawned, I see only the light of day.

night.

It must be at dawn that the most beautiful feelings are born.

And the wind with foliage is not harsh.

Letters to the future✨
Letters to the Future with an Ancient Pen
In the white Valhalla, where thunder thundered,
I bring out with a non-firm hand,
Every word is that the ball is in before me...
I see Asgard, where the gods are ying,
Virgos in the night talk about love,
White feathers in the light of lamps,
Where can I see that blue look?..
The twentieth century has flown by,
I am born again,
I am past their arrows,
I'm obsessed with the goal of one:
Fulfill the word I have given.
Me - to you, and to the demons of the world -
The word that I am both a svirel and a rapier,
That in the tut i will meet the dawn,
And my horse will frighten the darkness and the dawn...
(To be continued)
25.05.2021

Sunday morning as if a light hand touched the inflamed night. Dawn dawned, the downpour stopped, the wind died down, and the sun shone in the clear blue sky. From the windows you could hear conversations, crying children, laughter, fragrant trickles emanating from fresh pastries ... All this gave the new day a special mood. Spring anticipation of happiness.

And at the hour when the capital is immersed
In a cold, gloomy pre-dawn dream
Or in sunset colors golden, -
This devil's den is dear to me!
Among the thieves, harlots I can enjoy
The blisses that the profane is deprived of.

A quiet northern city is dormishing,
Low sky overhead.
That you dream of the cruiser "Aurora",
At the hour when the morning rises over the sky?

Our faces are highlighted by phone screens, our fingers tap-dance and quickly enter a password, we are always online - all feelings are expressed in likes, all emotions are expressed in emoticons, all thoughts are in posts, all events are under hashtags, all people are subscribers. Only the memory is for some reason shorter, the words are simpler, the faces are paler, and people are farther and farther from each other every day. And less and less a person wants to solve problems, walk in the park, empathize with a friend, listen and hear those who are nearby. Because the phone became an extension of the hand, and life moved to the Instagram format, on this endless journey through the museum of wax faces, bodies and phrases. But it is worth putting all the gadgets aside for at least a day, going through this "withdrawal" and realizing that the real world is still interesting and beautiful. In it you can smell and distinguish tastes, open your arms for hugs and look into each other's eyes, gently kiss and cry bitterly, go with a backpack on your back on a long journey and meet the dawn at the other end of the world ... This is Life. And it is with these sensations that we will remain at the very end. And the more there are, the better we will be met somewhere up there. Otherwise - repost and all over again until we learn to feel, think, do and live.

When there is no chance, no chance to continue.

Whether the morning dawns on me.
Whether the evening comes - there is no rest for me.
The mortal wound from all I melt,
And the complaints tear my chest apart.
Would the bride be a little more victorious,
I might have liked her.
How greedily I would have waited for the cherished day!
And I have no strength to live without hope.

"Whoever watched idiots become idols saw how beautiful the dawn of the fall of civilization was."
© Mark Devolt