Safe in the Alps Twenty Years Later Poem by Kapka Kassabova

Safe in the Alps Twenty Years Later



My father's breath is like a cave
of dripping stalactites and echo

My mother sleeps and in her dreams
the worst is happening, again

Mountains surround us and muffle
the edge of younger times, the names

of places where we've said goodbye
and once again, we'll say goodbye

And carefully I lie in bed, listening
to the sound of distant snow

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