These sudden waves of solitude
Will come and come in multitude,
They meet us rarely, face to face
With inspiration and disgrace.
This sudden memory we embrace
That keeps a heart adorned with lace,
A motherhood of loneliness,
Indecency that we confess.
In world, reality so crude,
From latitude to longitude
We learn to earn and burn our dreams -
A process wider than it seems.
The Seamstress-Fate will correlate
With sounds and colours up-to-date,
We both are born and disappear
Along the seams of hemispheres.
© Martinella, 2025
Sources of inspiration - Olha Marchuk, Ukraine
Dmytro Urus, Ukraine
