"Dry Flowers" is the third and final work in the "Home" series. An attempt to create transparency. Eternal Flowers.
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The box is white by the icy Neva,
In the glass is a bouquet of dead dried flowers
This is my house and in this house we
We lived through winter and spring and summer.
And there are seagulls outside the window and books
The spread out found a bed for the night,
And in that house, casting glares,
The mirror in which the man is leaning
He seeks peace and will find it afterwards,
There's love in it, and that's a lot,
And for a quarter of a century this is how fate has guided him,
As the road that led to this house.
(Author, 2021)