SCETCH / Poem by Natalia Govsha

Poem by Natalia Govsha
I couldn’t sleep last night …
And haven’t light a fire …
The window trembled
with vibration from the outside,
reflected in the misty
specularity of the lanterns …
Inside – farther in the depths,
through the dark void
torn by the glare,
there the charcoal ran
faster along
the white nude sheet …
He was afraid
not to have time to fall
into the harmony of passions
between the ghostly muse
and the poor heart, crying to her …
© Natalia Govsha

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