to see a part of you like droplets of water from a pipe
is anticipation in short takes like scenery in puzzle
then you undress before me
and i have seen it all: the world
the suspense of a meltdown is gone
and you fade away like a mist in darkness
it is as if someone has arrived
and there is no joy of waiting anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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