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There is no "yes or no",
I choose nothing:
neither the seine thrown into river,
no golden fish presented as a gift.
The ages have passed since
we met on the platform seven,
I kissed your palms
and braided my fingers with yours.
We didn't speak in words.
We use angelic language truly wonderful.
We didn't want to eat,
because we were drinking love.
How young we were,
how wise.
Everyone clearly saw
what would happen in the future.
Delusions were thrown into the oven
like a frog's clothes.
Everything turned out that way,
and went on and on
where there is no choice,
where one-and-zero,
where yes_and_no
are just two balls on one spring.
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021