In The Park Poem by Valentin Busuioc

In The Park

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usual autumn evening

I'm sitting and looking at an old lady
who feeds the pigeons directly from the palm

her smile reminds me of grandmother's mirror

I always wait
like emptied of memory
the moment her seeds ends
and shows me her pinched hand

just on the life line

Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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