Eyelashes
of Dreams
Awaiting a morning,
Opened eyelashes of dreams
From all kinds of whispers
And even sad violins
To hopes of the daylight,
Promising a new day of bright
Summertime sunlight
Waiting for the best cup
Of morning coffee, a lot.
I took the walks
Along the country road.
Where the summer overgrows
Lasted along.
Schubert’s unfinished sympathy
It did not seem phony
And I did not feel lonely.
The green summer overgrows,
They lasted long and continued their flow.
It was not a dream anymore
And I had my best coffee cup
Of the best morning coffee
To calm my mind
And say, “Hello!”
Tomshinsky@2025
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