Stay with the spirit of the last leaf,
painted the night the last leaf fell.
However heavy the morning grief,
there's wisdom up the frame of a shell.
Stay with the eyes of the blind owl,
it does not see, and neither will you,
the daily squalor of the impassable 'now',
cast over with a cenotaph of the impossible blue.
25 октября 2020 г.
Cenotaph of blue
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2020
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