Autumn

28.06.2022 09:12
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Autor : Hana Vyskočová, Gymnázium Ivana Kupca, Komenského, Hlohovec

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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.