I’m glad that who you pine for is not me, I’m glad that it’s not you I pine for, neither; I know that the globe will never flee From under us – we’ll never join together. I’m glad that I can feel at ease with you - Self-willed, and play not wording brightly, And do not blush with a stifle surging due To touching when the sleeves just contact slightly. - Marina Tsvetaeva This is hand drawn artwork. Procreate High resolution 4100x5235 px