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IRINA MOGA

KNAACKSTRAßE
Pictopoem by Tatiana Arsénie and Irina Moga

Frail hours in the shadow of the Water Tower.
Muffled clouds,
mixed with grains of sun
scattered under the traces of your steps on
Knaackstraße.
Sidewalks. Closed cafés at dawn
when tree branches are almost silenced,
caught
in the tapestry of whistling blackbirds
and the sirens’ choir.
Bicycle spokes, empty tables and – ahead -
cathedral eyes gazing at me
through stained-glass flutter.
My love for you – a secret hymn,
which I proclaim
from the balcony of a whisper
on this day.
This pictopoem was originally published in qarrtsiluni and is part of the book
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