I saw again
In front of the forest,
My lost time –
Poured with death.
All that I had –
Became another life,
All that had vanished –
Was near as a tree.
My essence was moving –
Hold – part from its ways,
As a mussel of childhood…
Did the whisper of the garden become true?
And what is that became a new promise?
Air run back for the peace,
And returned – an unknown father –
I knew that voice for long…
Forgive me, the way I passed
© Copyright: Анна Иерусалимская, 2011
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