Archive for the ‘Boyaryshnik’ Category

The woman visits her dying father,

he’s on the edge of eternity,

some would kindly say.

She smiles,

thinking about “eternity”,

wondering,

everything and/or nothing.

Tonight, she bids farewell to his soul,

tomorrow, Boyaryshnik will water the soil.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Advertisements