white angels are tempting
with their statue-like beauty
the cold touch is helping
as the compress
on of heat head
when you will come,
and you will see,
stone or marmoreal smile
and you will touch wings
then again
you will love world
even, with the entire
ugly one of it
and you will understand,
that the beauty is,
but not for everyone
it is marking, it alone.
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