The Circle
In a tear of morning
on the fig tree leaf
lies the dream about the bird without wings.
Bird who
sang the silence of aborted memories,
drunk the sweat of bedevilled paradise
and surrendered to drown
in a tear of morning
on the fig tree leaf.
Copyright © Sandra Dzananovic | Year Posted 2020
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