Apr 19, 2008

any day

i want to die

under the breathing shadow

of a lonely young tree

standing on top

of a green cut summer grazing land

after five in the afternoon

on a non-working day

when the silence is the

warm noise of drunken wind

and i feel with my feet

and my tired palms

the naked pinning of the grass

while a favourite song is played for me

somewhere by someone who loves

and i cry with my open towards the sky

blue eyes


за душата,умората,уханието на люляци и окосена трева и..

в любимото ми стихотворение,ever

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