o i want to lie down
on these white blankets,
of snow, so, cold, so pure
but o it will melt,
it will all melt away.
i want to put my head
at rest in innocence,
touch , and o, the snow,
it will melt and go,
it will leave my ear
in the shivering soil,
and o, what will i hear
the longing of the grass,
the answers of the wind,
and what will i see
with my eyes all water
i will hear me,
i will hear you,
little drops of sound,
music to be found
and to be lost again.
i will sleep, sleep,
and i will die, die,
and i will grow, grow
and flow, flow
with all this
coming out
to be green,
alive and green
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