Boris Amar

Dream House

I wanted for us to have a house,
atop a hill on a mountain side.
I wanted the river, running untamed in its roaring majesty,
a splendid cascade of liquid ramifications.
At night, we would contemplate the fragrant
stars until the closest one would reverberate.
But you were gone before the dream house,
made of quality ethereal wood, was in place.
I kept building it with the designs

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