last night, to this picture of the mosque of Shusha posted on Facebook. I mean not me, but it got it. An unknown British reader, akousmata wrote it when sharing the picture. And a few hours later she complemented it with another strophe. I do not know whether she read the post itself, but the poem does fit to the story and to the dreamy beauty of the mosque, embracing like a mother’s womb.
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its raining outside. |
its still raining outside. |
The last time it was ten years ago that I got a poem to a picture in the blog, from Wang Wei. It seems a long time, but to inspire a good poem every ten year is not a bad ratio. I am looking forward to the next one.
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