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Painting With Child and Rain
A Poem for my friend, a little boy who suffers from deafness
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Let's look out of the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island,
Let's put our elbows on the sill, let's grasp our cheeks
With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly,
In a tender-like game,
And watch.
It is raining, my baby boy,
A huge, gray cat, made of rain drops, purrs.
I can hear that perfect sound of the cat,
Melancholy has no escape from its claws.
You watch. I wish I could enter
Your soul
With this beautiful cat holding melancholy in its claws,
To make you
Hear
How this rain - cat purrs.
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