Saturday, April 27, 2019


That's my dream
to travel back,
back home,
to the last stop
till the last drop
of the sunlight
fades from the view;
the train I caught when it was the day
starting in the crowded city.
Then I shall be the last one left
falling asleep to the song of the wind,
the hermetic text a cover for me
tightly held in half sleep.

Sushama Karnik
July 13, 2018

Thanks for this dream image +Knihovna Chrášťany
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