60. Vesna Cvjeticanin's ' 'Silent Witnesses' - inviting Karina Bontes into the garden

 SILENT WITNESSES

 

When the shadows of my soul

overcome the brightness

of the moonlight,

I slip into my garden:

for a dose of crimson wisdom

from Abraham Lincoln,

or the scented presence of my

charming Marilyn Monroe.

 

My roses know

how I am at dawn,

when the cursed night’s

dreams seek awakening;

and at dusk,

as the day is silenced

by the cruel indifference

of the passing time.

 

My unlikely but trusty friends.

 

CBR 14 Apr 2025

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