Dedicated to Ukrainian refugees Collage - Limited Edition of 10

I packed my suitcase. Laid down the blame, the war. Pearls, passport, internal howl, country. Sorrow, a cry with an open silent mouth. I packed my suitcase. I put a house in it. I took the winter with me, in myself, I can’t spring. I took the memory, but I'm unlikely to touch it. I took the ensign, rage, impotence, pain. I took pride in the fact that this flag is mine. Omnia mea mecum porto and Home is where we are. I have been holding on to these two mantras for two wars. How am I holding up? She pulled the string. The wind will touch - I will go to the bottom with a song. And right there at the bottom of the ocean under the ice Where there are no Russian tanks (even here) And the wave sleeps I drop the anchor I'll open the suitcase. To get a house from there, And at least there Find peace peace, Plant flowers for the third time And put a sign at the house: "THIS IS NO WAR HERE." Only here in a suitcase and in every cell of me, Next to pearls and passports lies war. It is worth exhaling, opening the suitcase, right there Good Russian rocket at the door: knock-knock Good Russian comrade came to save me Walked for a long time, but his kindness and get to the bottom, Good Russian comrade on a warship Rape for love and simplicity. I packed my suitcase. Laid down the blame, the war. Pearls from the bottom as a keepsake, your country. Sorrow, a cry with an open silent mouth. I packed my suitcase. I put a house in it. 03/26/2022 Author : Stanislava Orlovskaya

Collage:Photo on Other

Artist Produced Limited Edition of:10

Size:16.5 W x 23.2 H x 0.4 D in

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