Poems from Vladislav Martynovitch
Ring Of Fortune
Ring of Fire embraces surrounding Nets
Of in Depths concealed burning Strokes,
Wombs are fed and their Feedings are both...
Creation The Deem
Creation – that vehicle,
Engine alive,
As magic dung beetle,
Pushes its strife
With Essence to grow
But choosing the...
Don’t Waste
Don’t waste what you must
Even destined to spend,
Make your Legacy cast
Be upon earthly Land,
Where’s struggled and breathed...
Reading Passion
Reading Verses – like playing the Music,
Sound of Voice like an Orchestra working,
It’s a Score, sung alive by the choosing...
Whispering To Prove
Whispering’s sound is good
When the blowing wind outside
Is so lulling, not rude,
Just like embodying Light,
That the...