In Mists of Remembrance

In the silent land I dwell of soundless motion and the course
Of my feelings, devour me no more

Events of my past life you see are no more haunting

Take from my eyelids pain, to which I’ve conformed, close them sweetly
And solidify the tears of many years I’ve cried

For to my surprise do I say such things, yea and forgiveness has not
A single centimeter of space for my mourning heart

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As poetry has no rules, no barriers and at times can be eccentric I can as well adapt to being peculiar tho origional, for it is 4:58 am and I am writing this to you regarding online poetry submissions. Currently I'm in Toronto, Canada and have just completed my second poetry book with my latest works called (Mirror Book) or in a word reflections of self awareness and my inner longing to belong to nature. You can call me stanislav or sasha which ever you prefer. Without further procrastination I would like to interpolate some of my favourite works and hope you enjoy. Once again, this is regarding poetry submissions. I'm looking forward to hopefully working with you if you find my work interesting as I am seeking an editor with similar interests .

Love and Light

Sincerely
Stanislav Rabikovich