The train to Prague was never taken
Before that was Brussels
I stand in the crowd and think of the burning within the chest
What else can I do?
The numb question travels through space to eternity
And comes back to me
When I remember that glare
Of the woman whom I promised
A spring in the city of Kafka.
Perhaps, she is lost forever
Except in me and the beats of my heart
Pulsating with Charles Bridge Vltava river the dances in the old town square
She asked me to read my poems there
To the tune of cello guitars and jazz
Between the couples kissing
And the stars whispering me my forgotten dreams one after another
I could have taken that train and never be back
I stand in the crowd lost and not knowing where to go
So I return to words once more
The only place where I belong.
It is a different journey now
Slicing darkness and the Rhapsody of an ageless bohemian
I don’t know yet
How to regret
Papa has never taught me about losing
So I am still waiting for the spring
Which comes just after the winter
The inevitable summer!
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