I'll open the window, my darlings.
I'll open the book.
Let the wind blow its pages.
Let the sun shine illuminate them.
Come out of the darkness my darling!
Don't be afraid my bellowed!
Let them see you in silk and tights.
Let them see syllables and rhymes,
that we lined up in the long nights.
On rainy days.
Hiding in thoughts.
Conceal from views.
Dissemble behind notebook covers.
Torn out pages.
Spelled in a single breath.
Took out from a pile of crumpled paper.
Don't be afraid my beloved!
Let them pass you over their lips!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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