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puddles in the middle of the forest road made

of pieces,

I can arrange everything again,

erase from space and time what should have

long since disappeared

just looking at you I take the leaf away from

my eye

and so you are like a sand grandpa cut out of

colored paper,

you bring good dreams

and you stick me together when I am frozen

with fear,

when God looks at me through the sawn

leaves

Reflectoem Poems of Malgorzata Borzeszkowska 15