The Glassblower
עגבניה
14 לאפריל 2020
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דקת קריאה, 146 מילים
It was the end of summer
When they were introduced
His eyes were green from midday sun
and grey with midday booze
He said: I’m here until year’s end
She said: no time to lose
That night he found her by the footprints of her shoes
He was a glint of light on glass
One blink and it's about to pass
He was a glint of light on glass
One blink and it's about to pass
She rode the gusts of autumn winds up to his door
The candle light drew funny shapes
on their clothes on the floor
The soapy scent of his soft hands
The taste of foreign tongue
His thoughtful touch and just so much
She knew will soon be gone
He was a glint of light on glass
One blink and it’s about to pass
He was a glint of light on glass
The winter took him away too fast
He was a glint of light on glass
One blink and it had already passed
