four out of ten of love

like greeting an abyss
like merging with a crowd
like cursing a fraud
like whistling a song
is to love you.


17 March'07, Warsaw


Comments of any kind are welcome.

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Yeah, that's why:

to write a poem is
like teaching you a lesson
like ridiculing your claxon
like making you fall into a trap
like inserting in your ass a strap

Like a snowflake resting on your nose,
like a raindrop trickling down your cheek,
Like a sunbeam reflecting in our hair
Like a lazy wind, searing your bones

From Mount Everest

Libralady- Though not so complete in every respect as mine, your poem, too, is a very good work,
like a fresh breath from Alps
like a sudden cry from depths
like a quick turning a bend
like a greeting from a friend.

i prefer libraladys

Robyn - Lately you have seemed to be so frightened. Please, my dear poor Robyn, please don't fear! Nothing can harm you. I am here beside you. Just try to confess... don't ever fear!... confess, Robyn...that you prefer mine, not libralady's... that you adore my poem rather than hers.