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Butterfly

by Kseniia Leonteva on

  I’ll be the butterfly that floats the world- Exhausting words and thoughts that spill us over. The stories of our minds forever will remain untold, The smiles...

Raspberries

by Kseniia Leonteva on

having crushed a batch in our hands   we calculate the cost of   bathing in raspberries. the delight of   the impractical – a limousine to   the catskills – won’t...

Cotard’s syndrome

by Kseniia Leonteva on

late summer sun no longer paints   her slender, sloping shoulders. it has been replaced   with a fluorescent bulb. the flowers,   too, are plastic cloth in plastic grass. coffee...

Lyfe :)

by Xenia Leo on

It’s all one beautiful game A game of lost and found Sometimes It all takes a different meaning when you don’t label it anything You just feel it...

We hold a secret

by Xenia Leo on

We hold a secret kinship with the dark... we belonged to her in conversation, long before the sun rays ever kissed our skin. The dark knows us more...

If I had a chance to create the world anew..

by Xenia Leo on

If I had a chance to create the world anew, what would I do? I’d start with myself. I’d dive into every connection with sheer, unbridled expression, and...

The Mirrors

by Xenia Leo on

I want to know whether you saw what i had seen in eyes of yours - reflections of thy self: those perfect imperfections those infinite dimensions all facets...

Why something good turns into nothing?

by Xenia Leo on

Why something good turns into nothing? Why fires die when it rains? All that I want is to fall without crushing, And your steady hand writing our names....

This Week

by Xenia Leo on

This week I ate buckwheat again, My table full of browny grains, I have those grains now in my hair, It's everywhere, my tiny friends. My buckwheat week...

When hungry...

by Xenia Leo on

When hungry, eat - When tired, sleep. by  Dmitry Matskevich