Sights saved in minds
but it gave and another one. I saw
the native place. I had the great obsession
to come to certain that a grassy slope,
a church with carved embellishments are real.
It’s not illusion… and the heart showed right
the place the ones are scattered. It is clear
I lived there. All these facts can’t be denied.
This place keeps all I love: the smell of oaks;
rhododendrons and lilacs, blooming bright;
the lovely cottages and the white foam
on the wide shore of the blue bay; a white
big clouds smeared in the clear heaven
that fuses with sparkling water. Bright post cards
are saved in minds and I shall keep forever
the sights which Peterhof gave me with love…
by Thea Ariss
01.06.2024/10.06.2024
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