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photoblog image Zyryality: When My Leaves Of Past Fall Into

Zyryality: When My Leaves Of Past Fall Into

Her Tomorrow

 

...if I were an artist
I would spill dark blue paint
                                                on the canvas

and call it an ocean that lies

                                                 in between us
Miles Davis will play me a tune
                                                      from which I would build a sailboat
Big Mama Thornton will sing me rough shouts
                                                                                  from which I would weave the red sails

I will load the vessel with my thick Slavic accent
it will sail through the rage of the ocean

                                                                      to the one who still waits
for my frail autumn leaves of the past to descent

                                                                                       into

                                                                                              her nostalgic tomorrow...

 

 

Color version is posted on the Nostalgia FB page.

 

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" book LARGE size

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" book SMALL size

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" eBook

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" slideshow Part 1

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" slideshow Part 2

"Nostalgia Migranta" Facebook page 

Zyryality: When My Leaves Of Past Fall Into

Her Tomorrow

 

...if I were an artist
I would spill dark blue paint
                                                on the canvas

and call it an ocean that lies

                                                 in between us
Miles Davis will play me a tune
                                                      from which I would build a sailboat
Big Mama Thornton will sing me rough shouts
                                                                                  from which I would weave the red sails

I will load the vessel with my thick Slavic accent
it will sail through the rage of the ocean

                                                                      to the one who still waits
for my frail autumn leaves of the past to descent

                                                                                       into

                                                                                              her nostalgic tomorrow...

 

 

Color version is posted on the Nostalgia FB page.

 

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" book LARGE size

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" book SMALL size

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" eBook

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" slideshow Part 1

"In The Garden Of Nostalgia" slideshow Part 2

"Nostalgia Migranta" Facebook page 

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