I am throwing rings
and baubles away
for the magpie of the thief
let the bird will be glad
of trinkets which
aren't needed for me.
I will keep only
the heart from you.
of amber is,
on the thin thong.
souvenir bought
on the old market.
I am throwing letters
and diaries
the fire will consume it
a wind will blow away
and I will keep
one poem
you wrote our
love in it,
unwritten...
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