The sky is broken,
exploded like a volcanic eruption.
The stars were falling
like snowflakes over a lake.
Doomsday has come,
or East replaced West?
was it a vision
or a dream – a nightmare?
The fish swallowed the stars,
the last fisherman pulled out two.
He took them to the abode hut,
feed his children
they lit up like the sky.
And in the darkness of starlessness
the pan crumbled into an anthill.
And the fire turned into a traffic light.
Is this the night of total moonlessness,
or was it the end of humanity?
And then I woke up
trembling and praying
as I am the daughter of Maryam,
the first prophetess.
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Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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