Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

12 poems

A Wintry Garden

A frost-filled snowy winter When evening descends so early, Let’s play together, my little child, In the warm house... Or let’s go together

Into the wintry evening garden. Long ago I stood here with my mother. When she was younger... The stars opened up A fine slit of a snowfall, and the window glimmered. “My sweetie...,” Why this Trembling voice? Is it your heart whispering to you, Or is the white wall protecting you?... The wintry garden grows dense and darkens... Little girl of mine—you’re now a mother and wife— Listen... And someday you’ll understand This elemental fear floating from the window.

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