Oh, Lantern…
you remember
the souls'
whisper
under your eye,
magic words’
spell,
shaken
the bodies
and dwelt
in the light
at night,
when you
penetrated
the darkness
of sky,
and each
and every
bracket
of bridge
strived
to keep
the footprints,
his
and mine…
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...memory keeps recurring transfer to path where we are flying 2 clouds back to south I see it even with open eyes... the memory clogged above the wounds, and that alternative life`s houses..., reflected now as boxes of thousand expectation and woes ... forgive the broken promises, hope for rejuvenation; lousy? falling tears will be transmuted into success, the waterfall of applauses | |||
