Introspection 7

I received your letter, my heart,

It was late when it arrived "in the night,

And all the time I touched the paper,

So strange smell it radiated, touched

The ink letters with your handwriting

Written so fast, with careful hand,

Kissed it, as I would kiss your gentle fingers.

But it was late,

My blood couldn`t stop now flowing,

I`m not afraid to die,  just now as if in

Your hands, holding your letter I was

Dying.

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Introspection 6

I remember when I was a little girl,

Every time I was crying, they couldn`t

Relief my fear, even they showed to me

a mirror " my face all in tears,

I couldn`t recognize myself " but

They were telling me “see yourself

Now, do you see how you are

Ugly when you cry? You never should!”

And I started loudly…

now I never cry, hardly look myself

into a mirror, but with smile,

I couldn`t cry, as your hearts do now.

I couldn`t laugh as your hearts now.

But my tears flow every time, when

I see his face in front of me. I just cry

and smile in the same time. 

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Introspection 5

Memories are melting in me

In my mind as an old book pages,

With smell of timeless dreams,

Of ink, fingers, love and breath

New generations are going and

Coming again on the scene,

Just you and me remain the same,

As pair of green parrots in our cage.

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Introspection 4

Time is restless train, 

the more you travel,

the more it irritates 

your senses, you see 

the changing views of

nature, trees, fields 

with wheat and corn,

sunflowers and memories,

Time is restless train,

until you go to the end

you forget what was your aim,

you forget what rest from you,

in which fast wagon you are

how long time did you travel? 

who you are and where do you go?

Finally is all the same, 

the train is heading to the

last station of endless lake. 

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Introspection 3

When I look into the mirror,

 I see myself in million parts

 Of me " as some are unknown,

 From my far away past,

 Some are shining and sweet

 As memories of childhood,

  Some are covered with dark "

 (but when I see them turn my

 head aside) " and some have

 my face with your eyes, 

 some have short hair as a boy,

 some have long silky hair of a doll,

 some have wildness and insanity,

 some have romantic lonely dress...

 How can I simply look, observe them all?

 Forgetfulness is growing in my soul,

 But your image and your piece of puzzle

 Here missing, I want to find it in the night

 With your red kisses,

 I want to hold you in my heart,

 To feel the timeless breath of love,

 Of my need, of silence and eternity

 And look again deep into your mirror core.

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Introspection -2-

How many corridor views

I could imagine and see

How many ways and stations,

And turns in shadows

In a distant highways,

I walked on a dusty roads,

Where many steps in black

And white I could follow,

But I choose myself, flying

In my tiny ballerina shows "

Just dancing in the air of hope,

Without to find the real you…

How many roads with flat and

Shining pavement of stones

I walked " to see unique crowds

Dressed in elegant fashion coats,

In grey, red and beige "

But I just turned away to the bridge

Just to follow myself, in my so

Old fashioned childish tutu dress.

without to find the real me...

How many forest paths, covered

With mud and thorns and rose hips

I had to view, to search,

But roaming in myself,

In my only body, my own legs,

My own arms, my own breasts,

My own face, my own eyes

I finally found you "

Your unique self "

Waving to me from

The other shore…

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   June-013