When I was nine, I wrote my first poem about a lonely oak tree in the midst of eternity.

My teenage years were spent writing poetry. One of my favorite verses is 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙞𝙩.

It’s over 22 years old and is built on metaphors, where the “eagle” represents russia and the “tit” symbolizes Ukraine.

I had no idea that it would become somewhat prophetic in 2025. At least, against all odds, I want to believe that the last stanza will come true soon…

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙞𝙩
(𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘜𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘯)

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦,

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦,

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.
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𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸, 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺,

”𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦!” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.
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𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥,

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.
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𝘉𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥,

𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯.
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𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦,

𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦!

P.S. The original Ukrainian version was published on the War Poetry Project website launched by Ministry of Culture and Information Policy of Ukraine on April 7, 2022

https://warpoetry.mkip.gov.ua/12534

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