So, now and then. Compare. What’s between?
Just a few days? One, three, four, five, not ten.
One hardly places life between the edges.
And yet it is, it’s stuck inside the hedges,
Those surgeon’s lines, but drawn with word and pen.
They say that ghosts arise on Halloween.
Not a halloween
© Copyright: Юрий Халимовский, 2014
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