Her face and motion were so beautiful, and we were very young. She called me, I turned to see her and the poem was written in my soul then.
When you see a face in the bark
of a furrowed poplar and realize
that this is only a dream,
When you put hands into a cold
river and see that your life
flows down the water,
When you see your destiny in a
dewdrop on a rose leaf:
that the soil will absorb you
or the sky will swallow you,
You will find a roe deer leaned
on the poplar tree
in the same river,
and a fairy tale.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 10:35
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Roe Deer
When you see a face in the bark
of a furrowed poplar and realize
that this is only a dream,
When you put hands into a cold
river and see that your life
flows down the water,
When you see your destiny in a
dewdrop on a rose leaf:
that the soil will absorb you
or the sky will swallow you,
You will find a roe deer leaned
on the poplar tree
in the same river,
and a fairy tale.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 635 times
Written on 2006-11-08 at 10:35
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