A long ago
I'm patiently lurking
the shadows
At the end, I'm closing them
in white envelopes
always again
asking myself
is this
writing poetry too
One day I
received a letter
which said that
I was fortunate to be chosen
and that I will,
If I don't disrupt circle,
experience great happiness
Then
I remembered again
that each day
I'm opening letters
and persistently reading
their whiteness
That's why I please,
Do not interrupt circle
when you'll get
this letter
with no address
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