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a shopping list on the table
everything you carefully wrote
you, sitting on Virginia Woolf's chair
using Charlotte Brontë's pen
beautiful script on white paper
the wind blowing at your disheveled hair
your bare feet stepping into the grass
the slender fingers glide through the clothesline
playing Kaija Saariaho's "L'Amour De Loin"
behind you, stand Marie Curie‘s little house
sadness of your eyes hides the wisdom
delicate shoulder enfold the brilliant
a strong soul in a soft body
a woman's dream in man's world
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