Words never come easy –
I’m writing a letter
with an old-fashioned pen –
I gave up e-mails.

Got a stupid headache
and all body gets numb.
Though I’m trying so hard
I can’t finish the game.

Show is falling on trees
and on my bare head
I feel out-of-place
like that yellow leaf.

There are too many words
that should be unsaid,
but they’ll never disturb
the one who washed his hands clean.

These lips don’t understand
that their jokes are painful
to me, but I forgive
them at once they are said.

I have finished my letter.
Time for dinner and candles.
As soon as it’s burnt,
it cannot do bad.
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