Page 23 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10

Waking up the time

time is slowly waking up just

opening itself

to coolness and silence

dragging on,

carefully heading for the lake shore

the air smells new

but I can feel leaves rot away

we welcome time

in an empty window with no shutters

I put a white lamp,

we walk along the shore, with wooden

sticks smashing

ice sheets in puddles

on the shoulders of time we put on

a coat

made of promises and hopes

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