Looking at a boy with a dog
Who were walking along,
I suddenly imagined,
Thought
About movements of a little puppy
Next to me.
I didn’t see them all,
But felt,
Imagined they were happening,
And I was struck, was shot
That if it’d been in daytime,
I would have noticed every move,
But in the darkened, pleasant evening
I didn’t need the proof,
It was enough I knew,
The rest
Imagination did,
And that is why I’m sure-
It is not light, but darkness
That makes us believe.
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© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2016
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