Beauty is not a mirror, but a window, reflecting not just what we see, but who we are
When we hear the word “beauty,” the mind often races to images shaped by glossy magazines, curated social media feeds, or the sparkling figures of popular culture. We are taught to associate beauty with symmetry, flawlessness, youth, and
I will not stop
The leaves of those trees have all been dry,
Constant fall.
The tree is also drying on dry soil.
The tree has to be saved as if,
New leaves of the dry tree to alive, new leaves,
To keep it alive.
The stones of the horns will be able to get up on the head of the horns,
Many stones of the mountain will be
Each poem in Alexandra Ochirova’s new book “The Oath” reminds us that the heroism of the Great Patriotic War is a moral duty that still lives within human consciousness and responsibility.
By Margarita All
Alexandra Ochirova’s new book “The Oath” is a work that deserves philosophical reflection within
INSIDE (YOUR) TEAR
Inside your tear
I am
At times wet
Other times dry
All heartedly delighted
Never heartbroken
Inside your tear
I am dissolved
Reborn
As Phenix from Dust
For your Love
Always (re) emerging
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I KISSED THE DAY
(To my wife)
I kissed the Day in her lips
She smiled at
It is frightening at times, yes — it can shake us, break us, and bring us to our knees. But if you look closer, beneath the ache, there is a quiet truth: grief exists because love existed first.
Grief is often painted in shadows — something we fear, something we wish we could outrun. But grief, like every other emotion we
