her paintings are on display
in the gallery’s endmost room
where there are only dull bulbs
and long, timid shadows
away from the greedy eyes
away from the greasy hands
away from the eco idiots
armed with their cup-a-soups
her paintings are on display
in the endmost of memories
where there is only yearning
for the might-have-been past
where sweet melancholy slumbers
where there’s no desire for awakening
where a soft nightsong is
sung by cicada ensemble
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
Such a lovely post.
Gwen.
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Tati thanks you, Gwen! 🙏
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That’s moving, truly beautiful
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I agree, Crispina. Tati certainly has a way of getting one in the feels!
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Leaves me wordless sometimes
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Tatiana,
Very beautiful. You set a mood.
Thanks, Gary
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Tati thanks you, Gary! 😀
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You bet. Hope you are doing well.
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Only for true lovers of art.
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We definitely agree with you there, Maria!
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Bittersweet. I had to look the title word, and it makes perfect sense. Be well, Tati!
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Yes, Tati has a way of pulling out obscure words I’ve never heard of before! 😛
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😻
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Its good to be at the end of gallery. Only people who are genuinely intetested go there and take a look.
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That’s a good point. And much less crowded too!
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Lovely.
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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