Untitled #7 Poem by Janina Degutyte

Untitled #7



Bent over a white sheet of paper
I kept drawing the same picture:
a bright room, and seated around
the table father, mother, and
their happy daughter.
Stretched out on the floor was the dog.
(In this dream only the dog was real).

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