A dry leaf
from an old suitcase
smells
of the summertime:
Children’s laughter
on the hay-field
beside the lake,
and concentric circles
on the glimmering
water,
like my ever-expanding
nostalgia…
Home! It’s quite close…
Isn’t it here,
just across the tiny stream?
A withered leaf from my suitcase
still smells
of this summer dream...

Halyna Koshulap, November 15, 2025

Thyme from
an old suitcase
smells
of the summertime
laughter
of children:
a pond on a hay-field
and concentric
circles
on the water
in flashes
of nostalgia.
Home—
it’s straight ahead—
it's nearby— see,
it’s here!
Thyme,
crushed
in my hands,
still keeps the scent
of that time...

Halyna Koshulap, November 15, 2025

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