The native town, empty streets. One hour before noon.
I walked along completely lost and gazed at boots.
Someone's soft footsteps interrupted thoughts. I rose the look.
There was a boy. The little boy, trying to fool
his too young mother, to escape for getting freedom chance.
This couple looked so strange on the drowned in light street.
They looked unreal and I caught a fully freaky mind
to stop and touch the boy for getting truly thing
of his reality. But the red haired mom grabbed him,
bending fast forward. And curling strands left back,
falling ahead. A fragile hand brushed them away, this deed
showed on her neck a faint tattoo: the sun and moon...
20.09.2025
P.S.: I'm not sure and now, that they were real...
Tattoo
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