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Delphinia by Novella Matveeva

The waves run up
blue
- Green!
- No, blue!
like millions
of chameleons changing colour
in the wind...

Gently blooms the wistaria
tender
more tender
than frost - 
Somewhere is the land
of Delphinia
and the city
of Kangaroo.

Far away!
But what of it?
Let me go there
too - 
Ah, my God
what will happen
there, without me?

Without me the palms 
will dry up
without me the roses
will die
without me the birds 
will fall silent - 
That's what will happen
without me!

Yes, but so often
without me
the ship Porcupine set sail - 
how shall I erase
such a disaster
from memory?

And yesterday there came
a letter, a real letter
with a stamp of my Delphinia
and postmarked Kangaroo.
White envelopes
fresh from the post
burst like magnolia
buds
smell like jasmine - 
But this is what my relatives write:
Without me the palms 
don't dry up
Without me the roses
aren't dying
Without me the birds
are not silent - 
How can that be - without me!

The waves run up
blue
- Green!
- No, blue!
My bitter tears
run down:
I'll wipe them away
shake them off -
Gently blooms the wistaria
tender 
more tender
than frost -
and somewhere is the land
of Delphinia
and the city of 
Kangaroo.

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