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Just this glance
Just these lips
Just this curtain
The moments I am feeling now seems like happened to me once before.
Sometimes you also have this feeling, do not you?
Right the moment everything sounds like repetition I consider about time.

Waiting!
Just waitI will give myself a waiting
I remember
Exactly right
“The moon lighted in this wayThen you held my hand”
All this occurred before, though, queerly,
Your “glance”
And “lips”
Your silent intimation was like this
Wait, please wait!
Every dimension should stop with its time
We will walk repeating sole way
Time is sweeping colorless life
Time is playing with us making us a “person” doll
Pen, paper, salty and saltier inspiration and,
Every moment will fluctuate forward and backward
Becoming a play of space
We will turn into a narration of space of mind,
The mind that is feeble of body.
You punch my hand without holding,
My darling.
Punch squeal !
Aan…This feeling had been already plannedI want to keep fate waited
Though for a while, that is no matter, please wait
Wait.
(2002) By Erdenebold

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Must light up
The light,
That must not had been lighted up,
Lighted here.
Shines so bright
Where it must be dark
This light
Would have been lighted up in another place
OrIt had not any reason to light up.
So beautiful that
That it could be said too much
When it is ordinary, gray twilightLighted up ingenuously,
Smartly
Pretending to be queer
But this lightHad a fate to light up
Had a fate to look golden,
Dazzling spiritedly and brightly.
But that light turned off
Just once it lighted up.
Again twilight.
Incomprehensible
Undesirable to comprehend
Likely to cry if was comprehended
Likely to burn if was not comprehended
This light must soar upIn the darkness,
Burning the light into its flame and,
Enlightening losers.
The light must light up
The light must explode
But we blow the light,
Though, the bright sound came out.
It is pitch-black.

(2002)By Erdenebold