# Ghost marriage

Дарина Юрьевна Татаринова

Dark liquid drips unnoticed on her dress

And food I offer crumbles to the floor

Where is the warmth, the love, the soft caress?

Where is real she, the woman I adore?


Where wanders she, my love, my absent soul?

Beside the springs, where yellow flowers bloom?

A hidden bone within the earth's dark hole?

Or carved in wood, confined within this room?

Be doll or spirit, lost or found, it seems,

Mine, she is mine, in shadows and in dreams