In My Garden
No matter how poor something grows
I went to marvel at immortals
they sent flaming blossoms to daze the eye
a bittersweet scent - it perfumed the midnight sky
we had a splendid summer
with no workout in it´s dance
the blessing of the sunrays
like a holy romance
but I did not see the beauty
all dissolved in inscrutable tears
my heart felt the sculpted tip
from the head of a stray speer
In my garden of immortals – I collect those famous sculptures
I saw holes in the ground – but no grave was ever found
Just a single skeletal hand – lay in this sacred wasteland (no kind of a brand)
A withrerd fountain – colored flowers of the mountains
In a dried out river bed - I lay down my head
Blood and sweat - they follow the thread -
it´s not like it`s said – Immortals can be dead
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