Poem 'He' & Painting

        

Painting ‘Untitled’; I.G.

  

He

Time passes by me.

What it is traitorous times season!

Yesterday the sun purred, but today – the winter…

Laughers sounds he passes trough me

Without feeling soft Spring fragility!

Heart? Who asked her? Unfortunately –  no!

The heart with blood aches sharply

Without the possibility to have the right to live.

Ieva Gudonyte

30.11.2016 – 01.12.2016It covers by blood sharply aching

Without possibility to have the right to live.

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