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
TRAVELLING FOR KNOWLEDGE
When we travel far, we observe lots of things
Like a highflying kite, which is tied with string
This was a way to be healthy, wealthy and wise
People sleep early to travel long, and early rise
In ancient times the knowledge was not bookish
Wise man travels day and night, unlike a sluggish
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