Anastasia Korbet

Poetry

The Abstraction of the Shadow

He who trembles seeks a shield,But only vulnerability leads to life.Pity is but a mask when…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

The Garden of Memories

A cycle of short poetic stories Story One Today, the leaf was thin as a tremor,And…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

And That Is All

I do not ask for a great spring,I do not dream of parades in the squares.I…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

On the Edge of a Voice

Time is but a breath that studied your nameIn the silence of the roots, beneath the…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

Collection of Truths

The Truth of the Lonely: “I have learned not to expect an answer. But for me,…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

Echo of Joy

Ha!Then my laughter wouldn’t ring out – it would unfold.Like a warm wave creeping onto your…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

Slowly

At first – a barely perceptible warmth,Like the touch of air before a storm,When everything has…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

The City

The night city glows from within with extinguished windows.It is not made of stone or concrete…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

The Scent of Silence

The place where silence is bornSmells not of absence – but of memory.It is not a…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Poetry

The Curse

A curse that does not scream, nor destroy, nor punish,But whispers like an old gramophone in…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Prose

Language to Language

Before time took its first word, and space first sighed in the darkness, you were not…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Letters

Serenade of the Shadow

Why the violin? Perhaps because no other instrument is capable of weeping like this. It cannot…

by Anastasia Korbet Sep 28, 2025

Anastasia Korbet

Залишити слово