Sie ist eine Erinnerung

“In the embrace of autumn grasses” by Natalia Deprina

She could wander through the depths without being frightened

There is something in your steps that denounces

A memory torn from other times

And the smile that died in the tomorrow’s birth

Nothing for now

Nothing for yesterday

Nothing for the daydreamers

She dances the ballet of dead leaves

Rotating with the icy wind

And the waters of a storm approaching

She with stones in her dress

She and the Bloody Lilies

Breathing in your own darkness