Locus - Anton Marrast #62

When Thomas brought the news that the house I was born in no longer exists, Neither the lane nor the park sloping to the river, nothing, I had a dream of return. Multicolored. Joyous. I was able to fly. And the trees were even higher than in childhood, because they had been growing during all the years since they had been cut down. Czeslaw Milosz Artwork by https://twitter.com/a_marrast