Page 23 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10
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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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