SUMMER DAY / Poem by Natalia Govsha

Poem by Natalia Govsha
How carefully I shake the ashes
of yesteryears
from the burning cigarette
called life.
And thoughtfully I inhale the whitish
smoke of blurred
memories, mine and not mine,
still alive.
And now the sun is breaking
through the furious
whip of the wind.
Torn into strips.
And, rising on end, the lead river
turns into gold,
mixing in waves with fragments
of the rays.
And on the malachite grass, cold rain,
torn from the bridle,
gallops in sharp jets.
Tramples it.
Today, there is no me. I’ve stayed there –
before the war,
in quiet and naive memories
about peace,
and in those little joys of every day …
Now there is
more pain in them than in the
reality of war.
There, in the memories, before the war,
a peaceful life
bloomed like sunflowers
under the sky.
Here, in the present, almighty death,
blazing with war,
revels in blood and scatters ashes
all over the earth.
©Natalia Govsha

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