Memory Feather
Memories float like feathers in the sky ~>>>Archive for light
One night in childhood
Empty. After evenfall
Wild misses borderline
The black building stands
Still
Wind. From nowhere
Weed sinks insignificantly
Into air
Chill
Long. Light is near
The heads turn to left
To the orange railway
Faraway
The Station
White Blurry
Millions of lines are circling around
The roads mirror the sun
On the surface shadows are cut
Those places remember
Those days’ rain
Head hides behind the wall of glass
And forever wind passes
I stand alone
Beside maples and pines
A pale hair passes me by
Slowly under the clean sky
