In the evening we were sitting by the warm fire..
On the sofa,not far from the mirror..
She mused and looked at the flame..
Then into the cat's eyes..
Then into the corner of the room..
Then at me.
I thought and wanted to ask her:
"If you admired the fire or me?"
I knew that the fire was warmer than I..
Because my hands could be very cold..
And I thought that she would prefer the hot fire..
And the cat,lying near it..
And the tea when she sat on a window-sill
and waited for the rain..
Then I asked her and interrupted the silence..
"What was your cherish desire:to be with me or the fire?
I did not hear an answer..
But suddenly she took my hand..
And the fragnance of the flowers I felt..
She looked at my eyes..She breathed me.
I listened to the beating of her heart.
She told me:
"To be the fire"
She added:
"To be. With the wind. And fly.Togeter
With me.."
The fire
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