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The hem
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I was changed. I am totally new.
The one you knew
Has become so weak and small,
A thread of dust on the skin of a doll.
Her rain – it used to be a call,
With nimble fingers like a waterfall
Stroking a stubborn browny wall –
Stopped yesterday.
Empty tears of wind
Caressed desert cheeks
And spread away
The sand of a former play,
Sand of an old painted stone
With a heart of bone
And one mind alone.
I was a cause, I am a hem.
A hem of light in the night.
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- Autor
- Monica Manolachi
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- 96
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- 1 min
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