in places of darkness
the fern is quiet
like an old man in places of darkness
the fern rustles
quietly
as if in a hut
where the baby sleeps
redheads are dressed
in towels from the chest
they give to ferns
their collective tongue
the smoke trail leads in the ravine
where are the cow bones
all that remains is
to listen
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Author:
Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2024 11:03
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Comments1
A metaphor indeed. From birth to death we need to listen. Nicely done
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