You will comeand I am waiting for you with my bird of loveby the tree with the honor leaves of waiting!The wind has stoppedit is not rocking the tree like the hand-waved farewells of the past.The rain will break from the ropes of the old cloudsand speak a few good words to the earth about us.
The sky will come tooup to the gate of the sun.
I do not know how to play serenadesmy childhood used to catch wild ducks with a snarethe decoys would lure them in...
You will come!
But why do I strip that girl with my eyes dressed in pavements and beauty as winter strips with its hands a peach tree in its heated garden! Ah, this little cough…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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