the sun begins to rise from the void
your eyelash floated on the morning water
I am again left alone in this garden

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young garden touches your thighs
i sit at a distance and try to figure out
is it okay to kiss you or just watch

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this forest is reflected in the wine you drink
and drop falls from the bottom onto the chest
don’t be afraid in this forest no one will see us together 

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Mykyta Ryzhykh, an author from Ukraine, now lives in Tromsø, Norway. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2023 and 2024. He’s published in many literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English: Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, QLRS, The Crank, Chronogram, The Antonym, Monterey Poetry Review, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry and many others.