My dear, you never know
write 'goodbye' on the last page torn
not
investigate my adult life, but look where I started
. My childhood gave me hope
and no warning.
habits discovered that Moss
secretly hangs stone,
the rust that gnaws the hinges
gently to keep the door always open.
I became aware of the truth as the tide
helplessly up and down at one point.
Eilean NĂ ChuilleanĂ¡in. Trad. of Luci Collin
(I stole the site Elvira Vigna )
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