From the ninth well,
through the eye of a needle,
steel wind brings you
fall on me
like a storm from the steppes.
I froze,
I got up on a glacier
so unexpected.
I heard your words like a whisper through glass.
Along the radius of your smile
I understood
the ice spread,
I warmed up.
Are you from Robinson's Cave
or from Aladdin's Carpet?
Were you fooling around with Munchausen?
Or were you wearing an invisibile hat until now?
I was so surprised
that I took you for a mirage out of the desert.
Well, since the wind brings you
so it should be luck.




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Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor