Публикувано от: bogpan | април 21, 2018

without Mallet

it is light at dawn,
then it gets dark.

The leaves of the chestnut are trembling.
Hardly they are trembling.
Somebody is speaking to the roots,
stroking the bark shaky,
with eyes like poppies.
And he is crying…
He is watering the ground
or is speaking to the faces
behind the mirror.

The pail is hitting against the walls
of a well.

Mallet

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  1. tears of beauty and depths of pain. I am trying to describe a poem whose magnificent beauty speaks for itself.

  2. Thank you very much for trying to paint a painting.

  3. I am simply expressing my admiration. I can’t rewrite a masterpiece.

  4. oh, very strong words! just a poem. I just said that you are painting in words as a genius artist.

  5. you make me blush!

  6. ah, wonderful painting for painting …

  7. What can I say? thank you!

  8. You are always welcome!


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