Poems by Margarita Serafimova

Apotheosis   The radiant shadows of the clouds, great, were standing on the invisible depths. Life, as always, was in the halls of the ending.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sun is burning the summer for a new beginning. Only cicadas in their symphonic madness quite know what that means. ____________________________   A dance they were, under … Continue reading Poems by Margarita Serafimova