my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



12/5/11

odd man out

once i thought
this years is like a winter to me.
when i left all the troubles there,
and third of my past life tought me 
best lessons

cannot be - the person how puts his hand
on the heart does not remember the birth day of mine
can be 

i like stoneware just like this coaster - volcanic stone
solid dark
makes me feel i`m keeping my cup near the seashore
and i never saw the sea. once, kaliningrad, but it was more like
the crowd of people on the narrow strip of sand. no water

two squashes for the pancakes
two iris candies, all white aroud

and the round trace of water
looks just like me


and 
masuda toshio - fude no umi
too,





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warmly,
olga.




olga