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2019-08-26 | |
(for my husband Attila ElÃ¼stÃ¼n)
I set the clock
Turn off the lights
Do not sleep or dream
Lie down in bed
Move your fingers around in the past
They tell more than
it is the hunter of fire
Bringing home your hat and coat
and making you to take off your shoes
The place you are stepping on is distraction
Burying the sky
Volcanic Clouds have turned into mountains
and they are sucking the oxygen from the photos
daily life is eternal
to search for hot ashes
in the ruins
inside the charcoal ruins
So that it can turn
Into a purple butterfly.
Despite the sadness of love.
Rain is not time
Time does not turn into rain.
I woke up.
Good morning, AtiÅŸ.
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