A Legend Of Breeds. By Anna Polibina-Polansky Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

If I had been a ruler of a hive, I would all the same haf reigned over a stuffy, small, repulsive village. No exit for mundane ambitions. Black breed allows smth, if the skin is porcelaine white alluding at veins within. It is a combination for Victoresn times but even then, it was borrowed. Avtually Medieval times are avfair try to sail off backwards. Attributes for the past do not work. Snowwhite complexion, refined traits, paleness are literally fabulous. Civilization is blotted with verbal deceptions. The Universe knows little of itself, vif it is not alienated of comprehending, cogitating. We are servants of the upper palm. I also chaotically composing an abrupted secular myth, a brief Eliada for myself.2022