Julia Klimenova - 'Love' and 'Hate'

They used to be reserved
For moments of intensity
By those who had the nerve
To those who were word-sensitive.

They both have got profaned
Becoming common currency.
Like statues of the saints
That non-believers rub
In orchestrated ecstasy.

And tired words retire,
Resenting popularity,
To gradually expire
Still dreaming of sincerity.

Julia Klimenova

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