I thought it was a moon, but it was not,
And in the dark light of the spheres
No one could see, no one could hear.
What was it then? A mutilation
To long-bored truths of my salvation?
What was the moment? Not thought, but a shadow…
Was it like a small bee hiding on that meadow?
That meadow that’s far away, so far away from home
Oh, shadow! My dream, please, let me know.
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© Copyright: Серафина Лесская, 2014
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