Starý and Nový

A dream of the past...

Groggy mornings and those 3 words.
Deutsche Bahn has nothing on this.
You pulled me into your grasp from the darkness.
The scream of the horn & light evaded…us.
An embrace. A kiss. A phrase. A regret.
Old stale became new stale.
Old fresh became new fresh.
But the dark of eyesopened to the haze.
You returned to the námestia.
You hid in the hrad in my memories.
I woke and wept.

The End

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