A Day in Toxovo

In the midst of
A blanket of a million stars
On turf that croaks
Deep moans
Over fields of bare:
Frozen lakes,
Trees,
Listless silence
With a filial whisper breeze
Where clocks tick far below
And still is life as death
Heart sits on her cliff
Her feet sway over
And earth-croak’s
Warm her toes

 

 

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