The only man I ever loved
Told me the day
He was going to kiss the death
But I was too young
To understand,
Why,
And I did not cry
I was strong
As my grandmother’s song!
My old man is gone
Nor ill not sick,
As he said once;
“I am a spring tree
Waiting Autumn come”,
O man, my man is gone.
I must confess,
Photography
Is the true piece of Art
Of a laying soul in eternity!
Now I am alone
Growing up soft
Like moon light
Spilling at night,
O God,
My life is an empty
Dance floor
Kneeling down at heaven door!
O man, my old man is gone
Nor ill not sick
Just as an old black stick,
Gone,
Laying in eternity
His is smiling face
In a corner of my loving heart,
Free soul… blessing of heaven!
K.Sila
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