Summer started and you
charged your feelings,
bought a new bikini,
your favourite tanning oil,
sunblock 30.
The sunglasses looked great.
But then, instead, you were
told to wear masks and gloves,
face shields filled with
war time moods.
There was a new elefant path
we had come to, thoughtless.
We know, we will record memories,
dreamless in a dream,
without reality in reality.
Footsteps mark the dust.
On the path of elephants
nothing’s in vain and
nothing will be forgotten.
Illustration by Galya Popova
Scrie un comentariu