16 years ago I was handed a cardboard box
with an amber coloured cat
that is lying again in a same such box
with which I'm cycling through town
on my way to a garden in Brønshøj
where I'd have to bury this animal
never to be re-encountered
according to dogma
because it didn't possess a soul.
What was it then that I read
in her green eyes
when they looked and looked into mine
as if she too
had a query to me?
While not fooling myself into believing
I'm getting closer to the answer
in writing these lines
if perhaps because I hope
they will be read
also at the point in time where I shan't be seeing Kiss again.
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because it didn't possess a soul.
What was it then that I read
in her green eyes
when they looked and looked into mine
as if she too
had a query to me?
While not fooling myself into believing
I'm getting closer to the answer
in writing these lines
if perhaps because I hope
they will be read
also at the point in time where I shan't be seeing Kiss again.
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