Signals from the moon
Poets diary
Olga Makarova
© Olga Makarova, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0062-4704-8
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I often imagine myself as a lone wanderer in the desert, roaming from oasis to oasis. There, I meet people, listen to their stories, possibly become part of them, replenish supplies, and set off again. While I walk alone, I think a lot. And I learn. When I reach my next destination, maybe I also have a story to tell.
Love is an absolute thing
I didnt bring flowers to your house
I would like to know what you think about
When you close your eyes, but keep seeing
Instead of the singing of those
The sun is so cruel
If you go into a storm
Dont cut the flowers
I lost all of You
Dont be sad!..
Someone says they love me
I miss you like the wave misses the rocks
I met you like a beautiful dawn
I have to silence my heart
A yellowed leaf
I do not want to text you