Ukrainian balloons- by Lina

I was walking around the streets

listening to music in my headphones,

the songs was very cute,

about butteflies.

I was wandering, felt so happy,

I saw this world like a big pie,

but so sweet that you need to have it with a glass of water

that you can just sprinkle on someone after.


Then I saw balloons and I thought

about my Ukrainian childhood,

unfortunately it didn’t make me happy

cause I started to think about Ukrainian people,

which linked my thoughts to fire like in hell,

this dirty flag…

my world is crying,

but I’m OK,

I just leave a candle.



I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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