dedicated for my niece - KB
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completely slowly with promenade of emotions
thoughts and dreams are walking
creating 'excessive' view
of reality and of fantasy.
the wind of events and cases
is bringing up the see-saw
of human emotions and unusual
experiences not rhythmically.
and we are only freezing to the spot
with eyesight we are observing
colour marbles
scattered on the carpet
my and your memories
from the childhood
which for moments will try
reconstruct from the memory
how many there was left
in us of a child
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I would like to translate this poem