Публикувано от: bogpan | март 20, 2018

Identical with a twig

At some unnamed night,
and it will be bright,
I’ll go away.

The door I will never
close
the flowers will keep
fragrance.
My children will have fallen asleep
the most deeply
covered and caressed
and somebody will cant to them again
a cradle song.
It will be light like in a temple
and clear like a voice
in mountains.
Then I’ll leave
forgotten all the words…

A branch in the white snow.

Identical

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Responses

  1. Tears!

  2. Oh no! Jamie, thank you with all my heart!


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