by Tatjana Debeljacki

This is not the puzzle,
The tree of life,
Model of perfection,
Diary of chronicles,
Sullen neighbour,
Short shower of rain,
Flower of oblivion,
Slim willow tree.
Wake up you
Sleepy butterfly
Startled by emergency,
You coward!
You left the elysian peacock to me,
Like an arrow,
straight into my heart.
In the glass – half full of wine,
The storm of silent words…
Short break is your night,
Rhymes are blossom.
Sour, sweet,
You the enchantment.

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