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Beside the Orange Tree
Today I touched the face of your soul.
It felt like stone.
I often wonder whether the blanket
With which I covered you
Still warms you.
Whether the toys I placed beside you
Still amuse you.
I still love you, I say.
But your answer is always the same.
Beside the orange tree
A small patch of quiet abides
Unperturbed by comings and goings.