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With eyes made moist by wind’s harsh sting,
He watched the day take wing and fade.
His hope had fled, alas, in vain,
The shadow of lost joy remained.

He stared into eternal night,
And wept for pain that gripped him tight
For love and hate, for truths betrayed,
For lies that cut, for dreams that strayed.

Then suddenly, he laughed—so wild,
As though a storm had burst inside.
He stepped into the void below—
And found release from love's cruel woe.
Nika Vovich Jan 23
I walked my path up to the skies,
Where wonders unfolded before my eyes.
I suddenly beheld boundless seas,
And the sound of the ocean was a sweet breeze.

It sounded so sweetly in my mind,
As if beckoning me to stay behind.
But I flew on as if in a dream,
Unwilling to part with the its gleam.

Rising high beyond the clouds' embrace,
Where only dragons soar with grace,
Dragons: children of wind and flame,
Eternal dancers in fate's game,

I witnessed humanity's strife,
And a horizon engulfed in fire's knife.
I beheld the impurities of the world,
And realized, Earth's end unfurled!
I wrote this poem because... I feel like it doesn't even need an explanation.
Nika Vovich Jan 21
Snow fell silently from the sky,  
Blanketing all, piercing through the dark.  
But it didn’t see our tears—oh why,  
It fell quietly, fading like a spark.  

Snow came down, indifferent, still,  
And an angel descended from the sphere.  
Bringing love with a soft, gentle thrill,  
It landed on palms, like snow—then disappeared.  

It melted away, leaving only a trace,  
Love, warmed by the breath of despair.  
Waking, you screamed, reaching to embrace,  
But snow buried love in the cold, empty air.
This poem was born from the moment I saw how love and snow mirrored each other beneath the soft glow of streetlights.
Nika Vovich Jan 21
I've been searching for you my whole life,
I can't stop, no matter the strife.
Through deadly heat and chilling snow,
Even in hell, I'll continue to go.

Though my head may be silver-haired,
Whiter than snow in the skies,
In my heart, a dream is ensnared –
To find myself in your eyes.

Years have flowed, rivers have dried,
I've roamed the world far and wide.
I lay in my tomb, my eyes softly closed,
Yet you, I never found, as time imposed...
I wrote this poem as a reflection of my fear that true love has slipped away, never to return.

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