door of the grass
she was knocking
the door of the grass
she was crying with rain
to the windows of fire
she wished
she had been a
part of his heaven
but later she learned
that indeed
there were neither doors
nor windows:
just the whispering waves
just the sky full of stars
just the wind that was him
in the solitude of
his freedom
author's note:
sometimes neither knock nor request
is needed, because there is no door
and one has been so long-awaited
Свидетельство о публикации №112080608966
Рэнди по плечо любая мантра)
Лери Дель Мар 07.08.2012 20:33 Заявить о нарушении
Лери Дель Мар 07.08.2012 20:50 Заявить о нарушении