A SONG

Deep on a forest path
young girl with cherry lips
emerge like glossy nymph

There among the soaked green
old alders seems to be higher
and no one had heard
about the dialectic of being

On top of tallest tree
bird has sung a song
that somewhere near
time froze as someone's spirit

Hope does not exist
under the wild mauve –
aged oak sheds its husk
everything that came before
is fading as an eye
gazed into the dusk 

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