Vadim Kagan
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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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To All the Ones
To all the ones who asked for change but did not specify the range. You are a very special kind – the one which favors flying blind through forests full of blades and thorns while your copilot sweats and warns that that gas is gone, and engines stalled. You think you got it down cold – then with a satisfying “splat” the world and you both go flat. Do not complain of being had but focus on the road ahead.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Forever After
Margarita walked out the gentle surf, got to her favorite palm and stretched on the soft sand in the fluttering shade. As usual, she did not have a towel, but Margarita knew the warm breeze will dry her skin quickly. And the hair… well, her hair was long now, so it’d take a while to dry.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Fiction
To All The Ones
To all the ones who got away: the dice might fall the way they may, and yes the sea and yes the fish but in the end we got our wish - whatever else all others think about returning from the brink. I’ll be the first one to confess that things that could not matter less were as important, if not more, than all the things we brought to fore, but times have changed along with us and all that’s left is the alas. A queen, a king, a rook, a pawn – we all shall have our Babylon.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
To all The Ones
To all the ones who weren’t the ones – let’s drink while holstering the guns. It wasn’t any fault of yours, so let’s just blame the Universe, that cold and infinite expanse with its forever neutral stance and bales of void between the stars. The wounds will heal – sometimes to scars, sometimes without a trace at all - that healing is itself a goal. I say let’s dance as dance we must as eons grind themselves to dust.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
To All The Ones
To all the ones who were The Ones – thanks for the chance, the moons, the suns, the falling stars, the chirping birds, caresses, kisses, wars and words and mornings after nights before and tears and laughter by the door and days together and apart and stupid things we thought were smart and sweet and charming childish dreams and worlds collapsing into screams and screams becoming sighs of joy. Now every Helen got her Troy and every Clarence got his wings – let’s wait for what the future brings.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
