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Three Women
There are three women in my apartment…
I am not sure what they are discussing,
but I am smiling as I listen
to how they overlap each other
never giving silence a chance.
I visualise my bookshelf;
there is not a single female philosopher in there…
I imagine it must be hard to think
in that kind of internal environment.
Still, I am smiling,
which is a fine thing these days.
They will continue,
I will pour another drink
and pick up my guitar
happy that they will carry on,
happy that I can play over the din.
I am not sure what they are discussing,
but I am smiling as I listen
to how they overlap each other
never giving silence a chance.
I visualise my bookshelf;
there is not a single female philosopher in there…
I imagine it must be hard to think
in that kind of internal environment.
Still, I am smiling,
which is a fine thing these days.
They will continue,
I will pour another drink
and pick up my guitar
happy that they will carry on,
happy that I can play over the din.
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