There were doorknobs and doorbellswhere one touch had covered anotherbeforehand.suitcases checked and standing side by side.one night, perhaps, the same dreamgrown hazy by morning.every beginningis only a sequel, after all,
Wislawa Szymborska
There were doorknobs and doorbellswhere one touch had covered anotherbeforehand.suitcases checked and standing side by side.one night, perhaps, the same dreamgrown hazy by morning.every beginningis only a sequel, after all,