I missed the Spring.
I fell asleep under the shadows of my desires,
with mandolin sounds for lullabies
and my grandfather’s pipe,
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This is a beautiful poem, Niko, neatly adorned with images of that pleasant season and bristling with personal longing. Don't worry, Niko. It comes again next year.
Embracing change and accepting loss leads to novel new beginnings. Elizabeth x
Sounds to me you're getting home sick. Watch out for those seductive sirenes, appearing in front of you as promises for a better job, a better continent, more hope, a better life all together. Hopefully you won't be too late for those that leave you for ever and never come back. There's still time, right? CeCe
I agree, it was truly beautiful. I loved the line about the mandolin lullabies.