Mix media drawing ‘’Where
Our Brain Meets’’; I.G.
Time
She is nice and kind, as the source
of water transparent
If you touch – drops on fingers
melting
Every day blooming like flowers
awakened Spring.
Her soul is naive, still young and
girlish.
But in the face – marks of wrinkles
From passed away summers, felt snow,
From the multitude of lives,
Even more – survived deaths
The ghost of loneliness reflects
timidly.
Discover her in a crowd between many people
Not knowing a name, face and city.
Usually she does not pronounce: ‘’I
am… you!’’
She is so! ... She - proud ... She is ... weak by waiting
It flows freely through you as by stars ornamented
T i m e.
2016
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