Hush! Don’t break this transparent jiffy!
Its existence is so iffy…
Like a drop that touches the water edge.
Like a wind that sings in the withered sedge.
Like somebody who puts a hand on your shoulder…
The jiff is a breaker. The jiff is a moulder.
I always ask myself during such nascence –
Can I adopt my life experience?
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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