Waiting
Surrounded by bright lines,
that vibrant green sky,
on which invincible swans floated,
that radiance in which shone
the land of sunflowers stretching to the horizon, and today I see
the greenness is lost,
the swans' wings are scattered,
the lines have become chains,
the bottomless abyss has swallowed the entire dream
Should I forget it?
Whether drenched in dew
or raining fire,
every morning in those days felt beautiful.
Why did it feel that way?
The answer came a little late,
I understood a little late,
it was beautiful that trembling light,
without which, in those days,
no morning ever came or went.
Among many faces,
that familiar face emerges in memories and conversations,
my steps search for direction,
my hands want to write something.
How pleasant is
the sound of the bus coming down the street, how good it feels to write
while waiting for the love...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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