Under The Line - Poem by Rasa Sedleckyte
Snow melts so much in the palms of moonshine,
Winter, still alive.
I wish to have a sight in the earth of the wide distance,
It should look like a small point,
And it seems like all points in heaven,
Only my heart would recognize - which is THAT!
The snow thawed already, a moonlight left only,
The winter disappears...
Who is there so dark? As a shade in the shape of a person …
Let me out!
Why are necessary postulate lines, which cover the soul so brightly?
Let me out!
I have lost in the desert once again.
There is silhouette!
No. This is one more my disordered day.
The developing sand of the destination so hugs the way...
The light turned off.
The winter had disappeared…
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