And... Not For The Covering - 1 (Cycle) Together With Us Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

there is silence, so well, even comfortably,
I already feel the time of new departures...
there, where many trees, there are small streets

cities of my growing, between houses, into forest
and to edges. now, it is less of people and only
on roadsides the weed along roads is spreading.

after all, tear in the eye, because there is an echo
of indelible memories here, of events and time
it won't manage to erase them probably only with us...

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Cycle devoted to my dead friend from youthful years - JN.