Cut by the ribs of wooden chair
the sun was split into cubes of amber.
The light tangled in mother’s hair
as she left me forever. Remember!
Looking back, with a smile and care
she left me to wait and tremble.
Mixed with autumn leaves and despair
memories flew. Remember!
The wind and whistles broke in.
Winter with alabaster skin
gave a gentle kiss.
In the window so white and clean,
silvery, naked trees
stood on broken knees.
When she left
© Copyright: Борис Старосельский, 2002
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