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I am waiting, dear,
In the silent field. Thoughts are blowing mild, All among your trees. I am waiting distant At a broken hour. Steps would follow ways All along your dreams. I would tell the story, That about two skies, Playing with the stars When the clouds are snoring. I had asked the trees To invent leaves longing Who could call them back In the twilight home. Only in these moments If you only come, I would then become, The song of the torrents. And then you would know Poppy cloud horizon Is a kiss of skies Shielded by the sun. Grass is growing bright And the light is falling Counting stars at night, One by one, and lulling. I stay on the field. The moon keeps receding. Better you leave now, Since her heart is waiting.
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