Ruslan H. Svyryd

Ruslan from Kolomyia The tired city was covered with a fluffy blanket of night. Everyone is sleeping, only the moon does not dare and the stars shine like a necklace. Through the curtain of thoughts, weak eyes Peering into the far away, confusing… Lonely Ruslan from Kolomyia - alone in the entire cosmos, boundless. The head cracks, the wound aches And consciousness is torn by an explosion - And it flies… but where? He understands: this tunnel leads into the unknown. He squeezes his heart, all scarred. Hurries, bypassing the stars, In the hope of Ruslan from Kolomyia, to stand in God's holy gathering. Wake up, my Kolomyia! The whole universe was bound by tension: You were Ruslan's only… sister and beloved friend. Nature is mute in grief. The night writhes in the contractions of the womb. For everything, good God, forgive us: it's time to wake up our conscience