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Mar 4
Only today, we have become able to touch and feel time.
Only today, heavenly—the sky has fallen onto our minds.
Only today, this soil feels omnipotent.
What once separated us from birds
is now only the flying distance.

All lost hopes of becoming beautiful end today.
All the pain on crying faces melts and evaporates today.
And the sun will never die, nor the splendid flowers
that our mothers love.

All wars shall end today,
all children will find their way
to redefine the strength of heart
that kept their breath on hold
and blurred their sight.

How beautiful it is
that there is no other day
that can be called today.
Written by
Eugenia Dubinova  23/F/Kyiv
(23/F/Kyiv)   
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