Hours passing
like a breeze.
Shadows of a living world,
passing like a breeze,
they bring me to speak with you.
like a breeze.
Shadows of a living world,
passing like a breeze,
they bring me to speak with you.
Stepping into a river. Skipping
over puddles. Jumping
over a wall. Reading
the day’s news. Discovering
rain. Walking under the leaves
of the silk-cotton tree. Singing
in the afternoon.
over puddles. Jumping
over a wall. Reading
the day’s news. Discovering
rain. Walking under the leaves
of the silk-cotton tree. Singing
in the afternoon.
Beating
with its erotic pulse: quiet and pure melancholy.
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with its erotic pulse: quiet and pure melancholy.
