I’m still impressed
by the story
she told me
before she felt asleep
her eyes lightened up
but she was all in tears
That kind of love doesn’t happen much
And it doesn’t happen for free
Ladybirds on the celling
I listened,
fascinated and thrilled
Was it real?
Was it sealed?
She closed her eyes
and I could see
that in her dream she was happy
Under her eyelids
somewhere very deep
That’s the place where they meet
Ladybirds on the celling
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Magdalena P 
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