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Sep 2012
We made our way through the sunflower field
I watched you collect all the seeds you peeled  
Their shells like a light in my hands I sealed 
So I'd never unsee what we are

As you moved along down the dainty path
I stayed behind, found a wooden lath
Its walls became host to the brooding wrath
That had forced you to wander afar

See, somewhere amid our excursion here
Came a moment that dimmed what had been made clear
We polluted ourselves with the atmosphere 
Of the mimic that hid in the air

But even if odds are stacked to the sky 
And we find ourselves in a cloud just as high
I have held on to the specks of our shine 
You'd entrusted inside of my care


I'll wait, you will see what we are
In Russia, the color yellow is associated with every kind of goodbye; a temporary absence, the end of a relationship and even a death.
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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   Christos Rigakos
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