By Ira Darmohrai
it is not that important for me how old you are
the length and colour of your hair
the price of your sweater and how many pairs of shoes you have.
tell me about the brightest moments of your life
about bedtime rituals from childhood
what gives you goosebumps
and how often do you make tea when you are sad
give me your hand
let me help you feel what I feel.
show me who you are
and don’t hide behind your own fears.
tell me why do you keep this silence
and why do you cover your mouth not to show this sudden gladness
because you are afraid of being judged
stay silent if you want
look at me with this long penetrating look
let me enjoy you
I want to observe your face changing
when you talk about something really precious
to hear this thrilling kind of variation
to see the radiance of your eyes
and then
let me come home
and say
I am home
kiss my eyelashes
Ira Darmohrai resides in Vinnytsia, Ukraine.
She is fond of writing, because it helps to remove the chaos from her head and to speak her heart`s language. This is what helps her to live this life to the full.
She is writing her own book right now. Maybe, her works will change someone’s life.
