Tanyol / Christie

6This is a vase full of rain if you look along the rim you’ll see sorrow on its surface

A Single Season

everything one season the rose smells once lives endlessly in dreams, my mother takes my hand again we walk on the cobblestones. a child’s eyes fixed on the sky what does he see that we can’t see any more?

everything one season there trees slowly grow tall river waters passing days so many things fit into a single season, the snake awakes from its sleep rain beats down on the hills and love puts out fresh shoots in the damp warm hollows of earth, my dear one turns to me our love for a child is a single season alone enough for that?

I look at my wrinkled forehead there are hundreds of things I can’t understand among them magazines, books, diaries everything one season in the net that brings us together as one soul.

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