Posted by: bogpan | юни 13, 2018

Arriva

Arriva*

We do not know each other.
The fog is carving the ghostly
silhouettes of houses, people
and hopes.
And like a sound the hand is –
a semitone of the scream
of seagulls “Arriva … Arriva”
Nothing is coming.
Nothing has come.
I am trying to breathe –
in a time beyond.
In the gardens of the cascades
before the dawn and after the rain.
We do not know each other.
You’ve melted in the sun,
a sun in the fog
and you’ve never been here.
The paper remembers some passed
sounds come from the internal
world – Arriva.

In our eyes we are burning.

*Arriva (ital)-arrives

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Responses

  1. She’ve melted in the sun…ahhh arriiiivaaaa
    Love the writing ✍️

  2. Ah, hearty
    thank you dear R!

  3. ❤️❤️

  4. Well done. I like this

  5. Thank you so much! I am grateful for your support!


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