to my beloved Ursula Goldau
we never think about folds
that someone's pain
in down hides
the eyes from
we keep on other's
softest cover
you never know
what may you make
the happiest or abandoned
when heart of close breathing
beats redoubled
in your insensitive to painfulness
ice callous fingers
you never know
© Copyright: Ирина Грацинская, 2009
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