An Emotional Landscape (Lvov) – Poem

My Encompassed Playground

 

If not in a dream, at dawn

With the dew still fresh on the grass

And on the swings being swung slightly by the wind

And drips of water falling down the yellow slide

 

Closely you can hear

The snails converse about eternity

And the murmur of each stone scorched by the sun

And watch the spruce trees dance with each other

 

We bade goodbye   
without handkerchiefs

no tears, such a dry mouth

I won’t see you again

 

At noon the park vanished
Like fainting maidens

I could not find my park again

Hidden in a circle of spruce trees

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