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| Artuš Scheiner |
we think the same thoughts
you see an orange tree garden by the sea
I, a field and a dark forest of spruce trees
where a sick maiden sleeps
mute, unforgiving
it takes my breath away every time I remember it is me
At dawn I only have promises to give
as a girl I secretly read others' diaries,
this makes me ashamed
but promises at dawn I treat the same
as angels disguised as beggars
or the unlocked doors of kings' chambers.
Oh this is beautiful, as always. I can relate to the sick maiden under the spruce trees, perhaps I recognize her in myself as well. You put it all so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anne Linn. There is something healing in relating to someone else's story...
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