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Every time I want to talk to you I lose all the words... But do we really need them? ©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2013
The grass has grown and dried. Children have grown and sprouted w… My auburn head turned to gray. Dreams have flown away Many seasons ago.
On a kind of morning When nothing feels quite right, Heart whimpers, For what?, It knows not
Winter Solstice Morning. The first timid rays of sun light Slide along the window, Illuminating the intricate frozen… Grandfather Frost has painted
Pale turquoise-gray sea Lamenting departure that happened… Pale-gray sadness of sky Can’t stop its monotonous song Echoed in the void
Time is arrested For a millisecond, A pause between What was and what will be. Pen quivering
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Slender branches bathed in sunligh… Arms reach for the skies. Carefree flutter of wings Gather around my offering, Seeds of songs in the palms
When solitude turns into lonelines… I seek solace in the magic grove Of your poems, your verse. I step through ever so lightly, Taking in every line, every word.
Insistent, yet gentle and knowing, Fingers of Spring Break open the stale shell, Long overdue to blossom. Insistent,
You come with the sunrise to worsh… Disturbing my sanctuary of dreams. Like a beggar on the steps of Hou… You stay at my feet, Soul hungry for sustenance
How thin a page, Its substance weightless, Yet, gathered in scores They weigh a book. How quick a day,
I’m listening to snowflakes dying, As they melt upon the tips of my e… I’m watching silence slipping thro… This tentative and reticent sign-l… Of my attempt to grasp for heavens…
Her life was not a poem But the nails that hold a house to… Her young years are shrouded in my… There are no old faded photographs Of a young beautiful face,
Say my name. Whisper it in your dreams, Moan it in a trance of ecstasy, Scream it in agony. Say my name,