How wuiet quiet is my mind nkw ow/the noise of longing/dying/withering like the floras in Autumn/here is the leftover Spring/smelt like the residue of her love/ I am wrapped now/cacoon o o ocooned in my own earth/what we felt/ we cannot touch it/the air is pregnant with memories/all is folding, shielding the wounds/ I miss you/that is all -- Dolly, 20.11.2018