Equipped with a space suit
I dive into vast airy planets of yours.
We meet, fingers crossed,
Spiral vectors untwined,
Your chronicles getting entangled with mine.
Projecting our nebulous
Days turned to lore,
Our act of creation
For all to observe, imitate and restore.
(Oh, well, with some honestly tiny exception,
A passionate splurge I would never divulge.)
It’s dawdling sometimes
But it’s probably worth it -
I'll make you immortal,
You got close enough.
A last silent witness
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This was the graduation poem that Maria Karamatova wrote for the Writers’ Award of Sofia Writing Challenge, published here exactly as submitted.
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