I Read

I read and

These aren't simply words but
Someone's unprotected soul,
Which is breaking through the mist
Of time and distance.

I read and

I see one's face and
Feel one's presence.
Perhaps, I even can become
A part of someone's mind and heart.

I read and

I weigh up, I measure,
I apply the stranger's message
To myself, removing
My selfish shields
For I want to understand.

Copyright ©Alexei Ogrodov, 2005
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