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Tag: River

  • Not for this selfish giant…by G. Mramor

    A chain of clouds like peaks so unreal, beneath a yellow moon who breathes a pale green and love is passing. Who sits on the river and breaks with the river and moves in pieces, up the town like streaks of fire on the lie and mountain or cloud all around and love is passing.…

  • And the river makes no sound for you…by G. Mramor

    And the river makes no sound for you…by G. Mramor

    Because the river makes no sound for you, it can only wake, like the past walking with you, going before you. Because how many memories must you remember to get it out of you? Who was like a mother to your love and a name to all the quiet of your living. Who was a…