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How and why do I reach you?
I connect with you in a painting
Calmly and unexpectedly.
You are such a stranger after all,
And yet we walk right into the scene
So brown and so forgotten,
So quiet and slightly lit.
So unregulated
We spend nights in that little house
Chatting endlessly at the old, worn-out table
And nothing can disturb us.
Then, we take a walk to the nearest pub on a corner
And see horses strolling in grass wistfully.
Where is our summer? Can you taste it now?
Does it smell like hay? Is it even here?
Where are our horses,
Independent and unbound?
Where are we? Where?
I think I lost us.

Mila Barg

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