The River Vltava, 1959
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1 min readFeb 8, 2019
In dreams I remember your eyes:
grey as the cathedral St. Vitus.
One dark touch almost enough:
eyes of rough grey stone.
We walked from the Castle down to the river,
flowing dark.
Afterwards, you spoke of increased production:
eyes of steel.
But I remember your eyes:
grey as Vltava.