III. We no longer write any letters
March 14, 2025 at 5:33 AM
We no longer write any letters
For our favorite, for our loved ones,
But even if we wrote some of them,
They’d remained unread and unanswered.
We’re slowly forgetting to value
Without asking for anything in return,
We became indifferent to everything,
We became so unconcerned
About people, dreams and adventures…
We’re forgetting how to be brave,
We can no longer be the defenders
Because we have nothing to save.
We’re not calling anything beautiful -
It’s too strong, so we prefer “cute”
And to love is considered embarrassing.
We’re not counting every minute
Before meetings. We’re no longer doing
Big and funny, good stupid things.
Laugh became a sign of carelessness
And sign of the weakness are tears -
Because we hide strong feelings with pleasure
In the farthest soul’s nooks.
We’re no longer watching old movies
We’re no longer reading good books.