Melting Colors

by Vangjel Canga

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  I've heard them say

  That the distance between two people

  Before becoming friends

  Is just a simple greeting

  But, in this case, I wonder

  If I would drop petals

  In the distance of zero words

  In the distance between the train cars

  In the distance between the offices

  In the distance between us

  Would you turn towards me

  As the sunflower?

  I gave my hand

  I gave my hand to an iron handle

  of an old door

  but that was cold

  I gave my hand to a warm sleeve

  of a blouse made of wool

  hanging on a wire

  but that was empty

  I gave my hand to a bracelet

  in the vitrine of a shop

  but it asked for money to pay for it

  I gave my hand to a glove

  I gave my hand to a drawer

  ...

  but the answers weren't any different

  I talked to you about my struggle

  and asked of you simply

  to give me your hand...