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Untitled I thank you for the rain that started late, That ended with a silence of a promise That I will once rewrite my own fate, And life is not the saddest of all stories I thank you for the whisper of the touch For timidness - my own -childish silence- For lips that trembled wishing so much To hide the urge to feel your velvet kindness I thank you for the endless morning ride, For empty road, for stopping in the middle, For cutting sharp my loneliness and pride, For making me remember how little Remains unsolved, unanswered and unlived, For making me believe, that Time, undamaged, Erases deepest ulcers of the Grief, For facing truth - my greatest, only challenge. I thank you for the timing of your glance, Coincidence of space and burning shyness, For knowing that living only once - Is tempting death by faith- her Royal Highness Svetlana Danielle Deon Copyright (C)2000 Svetlana Deon |