Mlhovina by Václav Boštík
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When I return as rain will anyone remember
how it began—
as a prayer in two bodies,
sunburnt shoulder blades
and somewhere, far away, perhaps—
the sound of a river
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Mlhovina by Václav Boštík
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When I return as rain will anyone remember
how it began—
as a prayer in two bodies,
sunburnt shoulder blades
and somewhere, far away, perhaps—
the sound of a river
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