| When the war puts against the wall Your hopes and dreams And shoots them in cold blood, You stop taking colours of the world From ordinary mud. You think, What is the point of joy or glooming And doing all that you do? What is the point of flowers blooming? But hey, They bloom |   |
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8 Comments
Mimi Grouse
17/6/2022 09:12:53 am
Lovely poem, Malvina. Artists and writers are like flowers. We're here to bloom and bring beauty to a muddy world. Stay safe, stay strong. 17/6/2022 04:11:06 pm
Despite the odds, flowers bloom. The point? With their bright color and soft fragrance, they paint the picture of hope. Of a better tomorrow.
Krystyna
17/6/2022 05:00:57 pm
Flowers are blooming and you are too, Malvina, with your expressive words. As others have suggested, be strong and hopeful. Change for the better is yours to gain.
Sue Clayton
18/6/2022 05:45:57 am
You keep blooming too, Malina. You are a shining blossom in the mud of war.
Padmini
18/6/2022 12:49:58 pm
Things will change for sure and people will start noticing the blossoming flowers. Hope for the best.
Malvina Perova
20/6/2022 08:58:24 am
My dear readers, thank you for your compassion and support. I am so happy to have you in this world.
Malvina Perova
20/6/2022 09:04:47 am
Specially grateful to our amazing editor, Gordon, for this lovely picture. It's beautiful and touching, and so very true. Sends me ripples of déjà vu. Thank you!
Doug
22/6/2022 07:50:08 am
Dear Malvina, it is said to " bloom where you have been planted ".Your life has done just that as shown through your writings.You are an inspiration and my prayers are with you. Leave a Reply. |
PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. 
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