child for Ani
softly as a cat in the kitchen,
slowly as the night the snow,
quietly pretend
into the world of man comes.
dozing off in a dense shell,
and around the pitch-black.
He has the size of a point
or small grains.
in the world comes, enters into the river,
bottom loses and floats.
Waves are human
as boat or raft.
(And where it comes from,
lived there before or not,
than in captive and free -
unrevealed secret.)
At the point of ripening dim light.
And while no one sees
and no one says,
sleeping planets and Planida,
light flickers, light the spark.
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