Sofiia Mihalchuk
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Kyiv,
Ukraine
1 year back
a little busy
on the service 1 year
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3 USD Can you?
Can you please shut up,
And walk away?
I don't wanna see you,
Through the day,
… I don't wanna hear you,
All the day,
Can you please get out of my way?
Maybe I was made to be alone,
And you to sit on a throne,
And we can only make,
Not love, but only shape,
Can you hear this breeze?
It's our love in memories,
So go and shut the door,
We can do nothing more
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Any texts, poems, and scripts on demand
Poems, Songs & Prose
Any types of writing of your choice and budget.
Not banal greetings, poems, and even songs.
Scripts, essays, and texts. Phone number in the photo, write in Telegram.
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I am writing on order
Poems, Songs & Prose
I write poems, songs, texts, and scripts on order in tg
Telegram (phone number) in the photo
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3 USD Feeling
Poems, Songs & Prose
And doubt spreads its parallels,
And sorrow will leave a drop on the cheek,
And the nets of anger are not far,
They will ignite a flame in the fiery hand,
… That risk like a submarine,
Sometimes sinking, sometimes resurfacing,
And the darkness that fills the evening,
That is the gray-gray antiquity,
And intuition, this strange feeling,
No one has yet found the key to it,
But how that premonition works,
Where to go, and where to wait for the sword?
And from despair again the downpour pours,
And in the puddles hope hides somewhere,
Making that small, rural path into the mud,
Which the child has already forgotten.
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4 USD Curse (do not forget about copyright!)
Poems, Songs & Prose
They say,
The worst curse is not to see,
The worst curse is not to hear,
But I will tell you more,
… The worst curse is to be,
The curse is to see,
The curse is to understand,
The curse is to hear,
But to not understand anything,
The curse is to stand,
The curse is not to know,
The curse is just to exist here,
And what an irony it is,
Like a "gift," life is eternal agony,
And what strategy must one have,
To stop the inevitable tragedy?
Which path must I take,
To find that one truth for me?
How many more lives must I live,
To achieve all the swords, keys, and ends?
How many more doors must be opened,
To reach all those ideas?
So for me, the curse is just being,
But on the other hand,
It is all life!
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1 USD Theory
Poems, Songs & Prose
Each writing their own story,
We check the same theory,
So it's better for me to be in foreign cities,
Than to dig in someone else's bones,
… Better I will write my own melody,
Than make a parody of a thousand others,
Though my road is crooked and thorny,
Perhaps hard and not radiant,
I will go after my own sun,
Not someone else's bright and hot,
But my own, warm, windy.
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2 USD Independence!
Poems, Songs & Prose
For me, Independence -
It is freedom, it is the ability to fly without wings,
It is like freedom in the field,
It is the realization of all our dreams,
… Independence is our goal,
It is a sea of children's hopes,
It is those carefree summers,
That I believe will soon emerge from dreams,
Independence is in our DNA,
And in our hearts - freedom,
It is the goal of our victory,
Independence is our destiny #
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3 USD The war
Poems, Songs & Prose
The war.
Now I feel,
both good and not,
Many, many times I thought,
… What is war?
And what it mean?
What I felt and what I seen,
And you won't me understand ,
if you're from Paris or other land,
So what is war?
And what is it?
It's when you're in a bomb shelter sit,
It's when the siren all day,
And l don't know what do l may,
It's when you tired and you fear,
And ther is almost nothing clear,
So why don't you understand?
We must to win, we must to stand,
Or a hundrets people there,
Will have find home somewhere
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3 USD Darkness
Poems, Songs & Prose
Darkness, I know you are here,
You live in me, and in this room,
You are deadlier than the strongest poisons,
You live in the commoners and the nobility,
… Darkness, I know you are here,
Talk to me, I beg,
I don't want anything from you,
Neither wind, nor rain,
Your moan has filled the valley,
To the top of the mountain, and to the very bottom,
You are there, in the stars and in the night,
In the unfinished building and in the old stove,
Talk to me, I plead,
I know you like no one else,
Silence, darkness, time,
You have a dark, predatory hue,
You are an eternal mystery and a shadow,
Morning fog, night blizzard,
You are like ash and a burnt wick,
You are a red rose, bloody pain,
But the heaviness that is on my shoulders,
That heavy autumn breath,
And the pity that is in the eyes,
You are the burden that I carry,
Darkness, I know you are here
Talk to me, I beg.
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2 USD Absurd
Poems, Songs & Prose
Oh, this whole absurdity,
It's not about me,
And it's not here anymore,
Why these silly words?
… Tell him, her, but not me!
I won't listen to your guesses,
Why do I need someone else's rules?
Why listen to all these lines?
Thoughts that tear me apart?
Why listen to people's thoughts,
When you can get up and go to the door?
Why sit here so still?
How can you go out and become "deaf"?
All these comments, dislikes, claims,
But do you all have a license for this?