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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,
Me again. After some time. I know, I know… No Lightlined, no stories, no constant upload. But, here is a final poem from Oblivion Corpus!
I hope I will be able to post more frequently, a lot of stuff happening in my life, working, working, working, writing, getting ready for future studies, getting engaged (yup! so happy!). I hope you don’t misunderstand, this blog is also important to me. I just suck at translating my works on time, and then so much accumulates that I don’t know which one to translate first.
Since this one was translated a long time ago, and it is well overdue, here it is.
You knew how to listen in peace
My words that wouldn’t cease
Those that caress and give strength
Those that love and provoke a peck.
You even heard the uproar and howls
When my clamp bursts into vowels
And those calm but laden whispers
That hurt more than anything else.
You’ve heard me cursing thee aloud
Then thanking and begging for a sound
Sometimes unexpectedly you spoke
Nicely, soothingly and out of joke.
But most of all you took in
My last spoken word
When I said: Leave!
Let me ache
And forgive.
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And, as always, happy reading!
Sincerely,
Marija M.
Words of a Feather 