The depth of relations
I
am dying.
My
mother is crying: I am lost
My
wife is crying: She lost me
So
are my children. They lost shelter
I
am waxing.
My
mother is smiling. I will not suffer.
My
wife is smiling. She will not suffer.
So
are my children. They could prosper
21.07.2009

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