An Emotional Landscape

To leave without a trace

At noon you vanish somewhere

Streams mumble

Near the poplar and ash trees

Where snails converse about eternity

Lvov overflowed each ocean,

No one could comprehend Lvov,

Frozen for Synthia.

At night the church’s silence

Wasn’t like the cathedral

Joy hovered everywhere

So much death awaits you

There was too much of Lvov

And now there isn´t any

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