Those skies promised me nothing
and I had a strange dream:
not much cash in my wallet,
but a picture of him
I stared at, paying hair-cut,
being slightly surprised,
as if had no idea
who put it there and why.
So those skies promised nothing
and therefore I preferred
to accept what I saw
rather than what I heard.
For I heard: “here’s the cheque”
for each somewhat I got.
But I saw only beauty,
even in the blue dirt.
07.03. 2020
10:15
Those skies...
© Copyright: Мария Послеханова, 2020
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