VLADA DYECHEVA

Circle    me

     with your arms.      I, am, Made.


So tiny and

           my  atoms! So unstable...


I always   want        change,  and

sometimes       

             cannot

                  stand.

Still...



  Circle     me

with your      

     Arms?

I,   am made,        So   tiny.

But   my mind      is       racing

   with

Thoughts.


   I pace.

Back        and

        forth,


asking    myself              -

when to Relax?      

   and               ... Why?



Circle me.     with

   Your

   arms,                I am made.

So tiny     And Impatient.


Is it   change       that I want,

or a       Proof that

Good     things

come

  to those      who

Wait.


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