garden of shadows

"Garden of Shadows"

so called me

is a quiet

trouble

on the street

in the hallway

in the stairs

circuitously

overgrown with grass

That's not the wind

nor dim light

But - the dark shadow of people

walking by

between the sounds

walk

Shadows are tired but faceless

feeling weak but not sighing

so old

no wrinkles

stop occasionally

maybe

just go by...

The road that never ends

Day by day turns into a long stare

alone

Think of the city as a heavy garden

bright colors

is empty

turbulent aroma

is meaningless

the branches of the past

I have forgotten - where did it grow?

flowers in memory

I don't remember anymore - what color?

The temperature of the air has dropped to its lowest point

in the dark night

keep your eyes open

still can't find

the fruit of silence

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