Vadim Kagan

Joined August 2021

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I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!

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All is slime, all is rust, All is dust in the end, But in Google we trust And united we trend. One by one we can post,
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Ad Astra
My not so near, my not so far, My middle distance guiding star, The sky is full of bigger stars That burn - I’ll show you all my scars.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Beyond
Somewhere over the rainbow Past the pot of gold Beyond the dark seas And even darker woods Beyond the silent mountains And echo-filled abysses
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Time and again
What came before time? What will come when time is gone? Only time will tell.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Zeitnot
There is no time. No time is left at all. No days are left, no weeks, no months, no seasons, And all the clocks have stopped for no good reason,
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Neverever
Let's nevergo to neverland, My once and neverfriend, Let's neverplay in neversand Of neverbeaches, and In nevershade of nevertrees
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Dorothy II
I know you've never fit with the majority, I got no wish of adding to your strife, But please don't look behind the curtain, Dorothy,
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Shadows
Brittle bones of a leaf Pages warped with tears gone dry We'll always have us
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
V-day thoughts
Dear ladies of various genders, Colors, sizes, religions and curves, Thrifty savers and frivolous spenders, Balls of laughter and bundles of nerves,
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
‘Hoodvice
My little Scarlet Riding Hood, I know you think that you are good, I know you think that wolves are mad - Them being big and gray and bad
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
The Word
My memory is long. I remember my birth – the cries, the pain, the suffering, becoming aware of the world around me. I remember a man in a fancy headdress touching me with his cold hands, his eyes full of joy but his voice full of sadness. “Don’t cry,” – he said. – “No matter what happens, you must not cry. I forbid you to cry.” He stroked me gently for what seemed like an eternity and then added: “Because you now carry the weight of the world. I am so, so sorry.”
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Fiction
Rain Manifesto
The lake is green beneath the thunder sky, The rain has made the pavement sleek and glossy, As long as they serve coffee at bar Rossi
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets

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