She lives in Serbia,
and I imagine all the flowers
of that land are blooming
a dark Novalis blue.
She lives in Serbia,
and I can't reach her.
But she is the only one
who knows me.
In one of her pictures,
she is open and curious,
amused, at least I think.
It's hard to tell with Buddhas.
The next picture's cool.
She looks like a bandit
about to rob a bank
that hordes too many dreams.
And then she is a goddess.
That look would disarm armies.
By turns, she looks seductive,
yet also self-effacing.
Finally, the rebel.
I've never been so free.
I've never been so giving.
She could teach me worlds.
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Tim, lot of empathy. No, my friend doesn't live in Serbia, but he is the one who knows me :)
ReplyDeleteAnd that is a rare blessing!
ReplyDeleteIndeed I am blessed!
ReplyDeleteWell BLESS my suspenders!...that's just dandy. You're too neat and nice to deserve anything less! :)
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