From: The Home We Will Never Live In That Place by Nijole Miliauskaite

that place, where one spring
we saw a grass snake –
greenish gold
where a forest stream
curled around a meadow, laughing; fallen
trees lay rotting, not touched by anyone
so warm
and green
that place, where for the first time, I saw a grass snake –
his gold crown
all that is gone now
a twisted barbed wire fence
ensnares that place, enclosing some kind of buildings,
sheds, bulldozed ravines, mounds of gravel
and not a living soul
only a sign reads: “no trespassing”

End of the poem

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Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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