The softer than the soft
Your face,
The whiter than the white
Your hand.
You are so far from the whole
World,
All, that you have - from
The unavoidable.
From the unavoidable is going
Your sorrow,
And fingers on your hands,
With warm,
And the silent sound
Of the speeches
Bold,
And the distance
Of eyes - your's.
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