Maria Deyana M.V.
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Tower Of Cards
I took your smells and everything yours,
Lowlands and solid-gold corn-fields,
Ashes from the fireplace and my undreamed dreams,
My broken tower of cards
Centennial oak, broken bridges and river
My dead stars float on her now
And diligent villagers who hoe
Sleepless nights which bear sorrow
Bright springs and deep wells
On which round sweep creaks
Black horses and old ornamented coaches,
Next to which a loyal dog jumps
Red poppies, colourful bouquets from meadows
When gentle breeze trembles under the blue sky
Like heaven's ...