A beach of 2014 Do you remember how joyful it was To run on the beach To inhale salty breeze? To race in the sea? I want this to forever freeze Unchanged by time inside of me To see the sun before it goes Too far for me to reach To get a glimpse of all old ports Untouched by storm and breach Please let me have my reverie! My source of endless peace The only place where we don’t bury The ones who cried most tears I try so hard to dream again Returning here once more I try to gather all what’s mine I lost so long ago And when the sun reflects in brine The world does seem so kind I stumble on familiar sign “Beware, the beach is mined” . . . . I wrote this in the beginning of February when everyone was on edge about the news, but no one really believed that the war was possible. I could have never imagined that I would be so terrified for my hometown, Mariupol. The wonderful seaside city, where I always felt welcome. And where I always felt free. I always missed the sea after we left… Right now it is being destroyed, erased from the face of the earth. It’s ruined together with the lives and fates of all of its people. I have no idea if I could ever see my good old Mariupol, if I could go again to the beach there and eat chebureky (the best I have ever eaten, believe me:)) But it’s so difficult to dream of that… For all I know that it will be forever changed, disrupted by WAR and suffering. All my prayers, fears, tears and hopes are with Mariupol. With everyone who lives there and goes through hell every day, with everyone who left the town and worries about relatives and friends who were left there. My dear hometown, I pray that we will meet again and you will greet me with a warm welcoming embrace and fresh summer breeze (maybe now that all the fabrics have stopped it will indeed be a FRESH breeze)) . . #standwithukraine #standwithmariupol #stopthewar #fuckputin #русскийвоенныйкорабльидинахуй #разомдоперемоги #славаукраїні💙💛 #героямслава