she bathed at dawn with autumn rainwater to wash away the sins of the night
not caring that the August sun mourns her freckled breast
at night she would snuggle in the moonlight
while the feather quilt presses against her chest
she would confide in the chestnut tree outside the window of her room
and quietly whispered prayers under the candle
at the bottom of her cup of first morning coffee she was looking for the truth
she inhaled the dust from the shelves of old books
and gramophone records hid the cracks in her walls because she didn't like the smell of paint
she said that she would wait for her retirement somewhere in Andalucia by the sea
where she will assign a task to a random passer-by
to spill her ashes into the sea
where she will forever kiss the moon when it is reflected in the waves at night
she is not even aware
that she already carries the atoms of earth's nature on his fingertips

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PoetryAvaz is a poetry book dedicated to love, i.e. disappointment with the fragments that love can leave us as a legacy, but it is also directed towards warm emotions towards dear people without whom one cannot live.. Thus, the author, guided by the yout...