Who are you, being on the column
young and crispy? Old owl?
enigmatic and unfathomable
Your silence is inexplicable.
Tell me, you're bound?
or free during those hours?
Yes, I know - this winter
I do not get behind it.
But before I continue to cry
until next year - here on the column.
Then I had my fate graciously.
One winter in Venice.
young and crispy? Old owl?
enigmatic and unfathomable
Your silence is inexplicable.
Tell me, you're bound?
or free during those hours?
Yes, I know - this winter
I do not get behind it.
But before I continue to cry
until next year - here on the column.
Then I had my fate graciously.
One winter in Venice.
poem was written for a photo, which shows a woman in Venetian mask that hides behind the most part behind a pillar with the mysterious face on the side of the column by looking at the passers-by.
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