Awakening Poem by Milan Děžinský

Awakening

Rating: 5.0


Your white, violin body,
against which the moon shines
through the window,
has sharp edges.
A dream awoke you
or something from the past.

Sitting on the edge of the bed
your legs lowered
into the abyss.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 21 October 2005

Very nice Milan. Sincerely, Mary

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Jerry Hughes 21 October 2005

lovely images, Milan. Well done.

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