Untitled Cinquains

Poem By Nikolai Tarasuk

Candles
I will light in
Faraway lands hallowed
By monks; I pray you'll fly away
With me.

9-17-94
Kyiv, Ukraine

Rings
Rings, rings
For ding-a-lings!
In the ears, eyelids and
Nose, plus tintinabula for
The toes!

8-4-96
Los Angeles, California

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