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When I entered the room, she opened the window. I didn’t utter any word, but I was glad in my own self.
And the self gets out through the window, I can hear it falling on the black metaled bonnet of my volkswagen. After the impact, the headlights turn on.
'Another season passed“, she sighs and lies gently on the bed, slim as a wheat leaf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem