In Memory of Vilnius

in pagan land of mother Mary
behind the ancient walls
of gothic and baroque
embraced by forests grew
a pensive child of iron wolf

in arms of rivers slept
through centuries
infamous legends
those silent songs
unspoken language
in minds of many poets

in dreams of dukes
and deeds of warriors
in lives of saints
forgotten wonders
the mysteries just rest
on wings of lonely angel

like breath of hidden canvasses
through light of glorious chapels
in arteries of crowded streets
yours slightly pulsing spirit

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unnoticed
you disappear
to live in hearths of many
but who really knows you Vilnius