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"here heavy birds landed to rest
on dark trees, when the day’s done,
and in harvested fields the wind started to stray
till red sky's trail.

from far seas a blast of salty air
and crescent appears high above,
white blink, careful and unsure
hesitating between day and night.

It's time for change, don’t stand mute
on the verge of light -
when will turn our heart?
shall we go back, my brother,
or shall we pass?

and again our heart will dip in blood
and false regrets guardians of each step,
and again you ask unwittingly
all the posed riddles.

my brother, my brother, how we stand mute
on the verge of light -
which way is in front of us?
can we go back, my brother,
or shall we pass?"

(L.Goldberg)

yesterday evening at my garden
cell phone pictures

Description
"here heavy birds landed to rest
on dark trees, when the day’s done,
and in harvested fields the wind started to stray
till red sky's trail.

from far seas a blast of salty air
and crescent appears high above,
white blink, careful and unsure
hesitating between day and night.

It's time for change, don’t stand mute
on the verge of light -
when will turn our heart?
shall we go back, my brother,
or shall we pass?

and again our heart will dip in blood
and false regrets guardians of each step,
and again you ask unwittingly
all the posed riddles.

my brother, my brother, how we stand mute
on the verge of light -
which way is in front of us?
can we go back, my brother,
or shall we pass?"

(L.Goldberg)

yesterday evening at my garden
cell phone pictures