Yekaterina Bezpalaya Poems

I walk through a patch of yellow flowers,
Some have shimmer, some have a glint of gold.

Others invite the sun to play,
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A pencil, some paper,
a pen, and a chair.
A desk by the window,
and the wind through your hair.
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No one knows the rocks that burden my shoulder,
breaking bones piece by piece.
No one sees my rapid heartbeats,
as they are drowned by head hard thoughts.
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The bead from a necklace,
The kiss from a date.

The love from my parents,
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These hands have touched everything,
as so far goes the truth.
The deep, ridged scars,
are the obvious proof.
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There are so many parts to this girl that you see,
Feigned smiles are only a tidbit of she.
Well-practiced acts doth she show,
But of seams on the heart,
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A sweet aroma of freshness hardly lingers,
slightly unconcealed.
Cracks in the sky invisibly splinter the clouds.
For even a moment,
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Each droplet falls through my fingers.
En masse they are so unique.
Unterminated freedom;
as air and water
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The tree stands still.
It moves its hands in a strange greeting,
as the sunrays warmly kiss both my cheeks.
All spirits of Mother Earth are listening for my depart.
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The bird is in the sky.
Its ebony black feathers contrast against the aquamarine background.
It's flying;
so free.
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