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lights of a passing train
in the night
I often look at an old yellowish photo. My mother, my father and me. They are
very young. I am around one year old. They hold me between themselves and look
at me with tenderness and pride. I stare with eyes wide open and amazed at the
Years pass by. My mother and father from the picture become younger than me,
then younger than my daughter and my son.
measures the time
between sunset and twilight
© Ludmila Balabanova
© E-magazine LiterNet, 24.12.2009, № 12 (121)
Modern Haiku, vol. 40.3, Autumn 2009.