Neither power, nor castles, nor money, nor gold bars,
nor potion, nor magic ring,
nor treasure map, nor flag, nor papyrus,
nor connections of VIPs,
nor original, nor copies of the precious Tablets of Laws,
nor handful of the rarest stones,
nor ancient relics, nor medals of glory,
neither black, nor white horses,
nor fish, nor meat, – only the tenderness of poems,
born in a sleepless silence...
Accept as a gift a magical ball of threads
of the immortal fantasies of my Soul.
March 21, 2009
I will pass into good hands
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