I am on a tired road
Sing at migrating eyes
Blow a wooden pipe
The wind neatly closes leaves
Slaps the heart with an open palm
Slides away as if invisible
Steam is curling over a cup
Tea leaves and eyelashes are stirring
Barely can remember
Drops of the moon in a crystal vial
The cap made of silver
Take three right before a heartbreak
The sand is tangled with the grass
The reeds slowly breathe out
The ants have lost the way home
Slightly touch your skin right above the brow
Pull the bird's tiny leg
Ring the golden ding-dong
More tasks will be offered to go
Scattered hot salt
Laughing tears
But right now the twilight is sprouting tendrils of night
And we will quietly hum
Into the spiderwebs of stars
From here and all the way to the border
No passing-by sadness
Will be able to spot us
Ojai en
© Copyright: Блатант Гарудинов, 2021
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