ten years later...
The salty, cold tears of the darkened heavens
Are running on the glass of my desolate point
Like the landless Atlantic Ocean's waves
Washing away the sandy beaches from the old soil.
And the past days are reflected in the spritz,
They are dissolved in this endless summer rain,
I remember the southern sun and the warm breeze,
Thus my feelings take off the painful chains.
I wish to deceive this sad stream of the moments
And I try to achieve the happiness inside,
So this standing at the window from the current water
Brings me back to the dialogue with such substantial life.
14.07.14
By the window
© Copyright: Ольга Владимировна Львова, 2014
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