Hypothesis Ii Poem by Igor Balatsky
Hypothesis Ii
My daughter was two and a half.
She fell from her tricycle.
Bitterly weeping...
I picked her up in my arms.
Trying to comfort and soothe her...
Five minutes passed.
Having breathed with relief,
'Is there a top in the bottom, daddy? ..'
Since then, while having hard times,
I remember
my little girl's wisdom:
each bottom, even the deepest one,
always has the top of its own.
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