Lea Kardov Poems

Live was freely when we still dreamed of our aim.
It tasted better and higher.
Spirit no human could tame.
Now we are here.
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3 am.
There is a Ventriloquist in my cherry glass.
Pulling out a puppet.
We created it of silk and shivers.
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You used to tell me ghost stories.
Shadows on the wall kept floating like balloons.
Reminded me that we are in control of what to believe.
Embraced our world for the moment.
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I want to drown in your river.
Sweet red blood, sweet red love.
This pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Melancholy tastes like angel-made summer wine when the darkness approaches me.
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I loved you ten thousand years ago.
When it was even not a word.
No statement was written on the coffee mug.
No blood on the sword.
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We travelled down the highway.
Was it yours or mine?
Some moon man looked through the window.
We didn't take our time.
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Thought I burned the tree, so the branches can't grow again.
But I kept the seeds inside my bloodstream, where nobody calls me broken, and I am free.
I tried to pretend to be them, her, then, and for a while, I believed it too.
I told them she was the cool girl, the business class with those shiny shoes and houses on the hill.
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Snow will cover the blood of this world in a blanket until it reconciles with time.
Snow will step in to declare it is resting time.
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My love is winter, so don't ask me to spark.
I don't scream, and I never bark.
I don't wave my hands to the sun but guide you through.
They will be the pillow you can lay down this rotten heart.
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From the town torn away, I crawled back to Abisko.
Great Mother calls her chant of our ancestors, Aurora's roaring or guovssahas.
The lights we used to hear as children when we ran through the forests while the winds of time barked in silence.
When Aurora blazed, she took me down the river to respect the fox fire.
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