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Last night

Last night, I came to you, holding in one hand a flower and in the other a note book full of poetry.

I knocked at your door but your gate refused to respond to me nor did your windows.

I, therefore, sat on the nearby platform trying to rearrange my thoughts, improve my words, purify my intentions, moderate my attitude in order to reappear as a wonderful person as a great humn being.

While waiting, a cat came from nowhere moaning, so I called her and she came. To her I, loudly, recited the first poem I wrote. I believe she appreciated what I wrote because she sat next to me.

We waited, me and my cat, for a pretty long time for you to provide us a single communication channel! But you didn't. When we gave up, we went back home, hoping that, me and my cat, will be able to write that poem that will make the whole universe pause for a while, listen for a while and think for a while and try to understand.