Autumn
28.06.2022 09:12
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Autor : Hana Vyskočová, Gymnázium Ivana Kupca, Komenského, Hlohovec
Freshly inhaled,
with limipid eyes you analyze the autumn storm.
With a colar bone you sharpen the space between us.
You forbid to think,
and don’t want to come back anymore.
The warm smell of morning is evaporating out of me,
I want to look around, and stay in the outline of your temporary silhouette.
With a wet cheek I deflect the distance in front of me.
Around, there is a pliable concrete covered in shadow of assymetric clouds,
while in the background a teaspoon clinks.