A POEM BY WOLFY

It is night now and I want to tell you so many beautiful things that I have for you -in my heart and my tiny body-that I am afraid the attempt would tie a komplex knot in my tongue and get my throat stuck and packed with all the small and big words I would need for that. So, I am afraid of even trying. But What can I do? How can I transfer all the warmth and love I have for you if even my own tongue is overwhelmed by it?






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