Behind the door a Tenderness has hided,
Silent, warm and living by the nature,
But the door was tight to open wider,
And the Tenderness are hardly known ever.
As a small lump she is sitting there,
She is coiled up in a tiny ball...
... If you see the door - the common problem
Is to find the proper key to lock.
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/01/03/2307
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem