GOSHA—

I once had a friend named Gosha. He lived on our balcony with one leg bound to the railing. Most of the time he walked around with his other leg thinking much of himself, but every time I brought him a handful of large corn, he got very excited and unimportantly humble. He was generally ...

YOU MISS ME?—

You miss me? Well--   It looks like missing YOU- Is the biggest fun- In MY existence-   With you my heart is full of meaning- But yet- It’s torn--   It looks like you’re my Sun- But I am able to enjoy you only from a distance- For on your surface-   I’m afraid I’ll burn---