Thursday, July 23, 2015

I don't know somonka

I don't know   
hoe to say it,  
it's not yet made...  
my silent word 

his nakedness 
and the sea live inside me  
like autumn, 
to me, it still is  autumn 
I can feel the frost now* 

*Autumn, Barbara Streisand

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