evening darkness
comes to place
that is good to leave
people and houses
live apart
from their stories
goose herder comes alone -
geese have flown away
they stole a bottle of port
from his jacket pocket
wind dumps old lady down -
she had slept
leaning on a stick
wind touches autumn lilac
like heart of silkworm
little homeless people
clean the shoes of those who come
to the cemetery of the pipers
that's why
in this country
everyone has such dirty shoes
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Author:
Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2024 00:51
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