Blackberry Rain - Poem by Gabriela Duricova
Your hands I find amid blackberry rain
Ever they wander from bitter to sweet
What if we really were destined to meet
When buying tickets on runaway train?
Your lips are mild just like soft ripened peach
Seducing my sad eyes of child forlorn
Day after day our love shall be reborn
You say; but good tends to get out of reach...
Laying my head on your shoulder to rest
Sweeping arms around me like clinging vine
You are my prayer and I am your shrine
Closed for heresy willing to infest
Your heart is where angels peacefully sleep
When world has left their wings dirty and ripped
Burdened by fear and by doubt cruelly nipped
They, caskets made for souls' secrets to keep
Your eyes like drift-wood from faraway shore
They tell me stories of days yet to come,
Of turns and corners, how they mislead some
Adherent drops and what life has in store
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