The winds of time
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by Sydney Krivenko

The clouds are resting
on a sleepy sky
locked like lovers in
their tender embrace
waiting for a sleep
that never comes,
they keep moving,
dancing on the
winds of time which
carry me into myself,
where strange faces stare…
from inside the deep well
of murky waters,
someone gives me a broom,
every bristle a teacher
to sweep it clean this heart,
sweat and brush until,
with the help of the winds
blowing forever patiently,
the ground shines like a mirror,
revealing a clear image
of my soul…
some day


Sybille(Sydney) Krivenko 2007