'Passing Days, As Images - In Illness ' - Ii Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
'Passing Days, As Images - In Illness ' - Ii
II.
it is kind of heavier.
a voice of the mum reached me
for a moment... and then...
the Dad played the violin
'play beautiful gypsy song from
before years'...
I knew that it was a song
for the mum.
I listened being afraid
to bring up...
if only the image didn't disappear.
the mother dissolved long black hair
rays of sunshine touched it shyly...
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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