after all, i see you
what invincibility is there?
do not take pride
in hiding, it has no name
open up like a bud into
a rose
like hands reaching
for a stalk
of air
or rain
i do not ask you
to think of someone
this is not the place
of remembering but simply
a place to be
just a word without a
face
a sound without
the lips
it is just feeling a wall
a contour
a body with a little warmth
on one
cold night that i expect
or shall i say
I except.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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