It Is behind the Doors Poem by Pavol Janik
It Is behind the Doors
All internal voices squeak
and complain about a chilly night.
Armless and wingless,
endlessly simplified moon
descended
from the sky
and spread itself
right in our garden.
Pixiades, SmiljanaAll internal voices squeak
and complain about a chilly night.
Armless and wingless,
endlessly simplified moon
descended
from the sky
and spread itself
right in our garden.
Pixiades, Smiljana
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