MEA CULPA media blog Bert Smeets
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Olga’s Chapel
OLGA’S CHAPELSing, before your window will freeze
A shade is watching deep
In Olga’s chapel
Olga, Olga’s chapel
A new day, strange lights on the kremlin
See her face wondering where you’ve been
Near Olga’s skin
Where the river greets you
With a north east wind
You don’t have to chain yourself
Olga never interferes, it’s up to you
She shows you
see the river flow
see life is what makes you grow
the sorrow and the dancing snow
You always can come back to her and leave her alone
She is the missing piece, God
frosty, fighting against the end
the winter is no friend it is a claw of death
grabbing icy what you can’t stand
no I can’t stand the pain either love
Olga’s chapel birds are yearning
cry in the cold wind
down on the frozen stream
picking up shades enlighten
free the padlock on the horizon
promises never use words
do they
Bert Smeets
(geschreven in Rusland December 2012)
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