Snowblind…by G. Mramor


Snowblind

Burning snow and cold hands

Black the dress wrinkled white

Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes

Snowblind the dreams hanging from the widow tree. Snowblind the naked doll bending down a wrinkled star. Snowblind the toy soldiers in the smoke of dreams. Snowblind falling this ruin the river runs in me.

Somewhere snowblind my father sits her on his lap. Somewhere snowblind he’s still her god. Somewhere snowblind my father speaks

Screaming leaves and crying games

Black nights filled with white kisses

Rigid beasts and another dream

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