Sunday, November 8, 2015

The Fifth Woman

The more I read
The more I immerse myself into this "Fiction"
The more I realize this is a story of my life.
A story of my soul.
A story of my meeting you,
And the true story of our past lives, our future lives and our present lives.

You are my fifth woman,
You are my Halil,
I am the wanderer on the railway across Russia.

We've met and experienced the Aleph,
My vision is so clear.

More clear than the crystal waters of a Russian lake,
More clear than the splintered glass you played with as a mere girl...
In the woods,
Calling to the spirits of the past and the future.
I have done you wrong.
I will make it right.

In this lifetime.

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