a little girl
has moved into
my mirror
I don’t even
know her name
a bit too serious
a bit too pale
as if after an illness
like a child
growing up among
adults
does not quite know
how to laugh
or like someone after
crying, for a long
time, secretly, in hiding
those eyes of yours
do you know just this one word
good-bye
(Nijole Miliauskaite)
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