sometimes he looks like a doll.
sitting, lounging in an armchair.
his gaze is directed to the wall,
there is emptiness in his eyes.
sometimes he is happy.
but you'll not understand, probably.
he has no smile on his face,
but a terrible animal grin.
sometimes he is afraid of something.
lieing, hugging his knees.
then he falls asleep in the morning,
whispering something unintelligibly .
sometimes he looks like a child.
then we talk for long hours.
I read my tales to him -
he tries to imagine them.
sometimes I don't know where he is.
but I don`t even try to find him.
every time I want to believe,
that I'll not see him again.
Sometimes
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