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THE WOMAN.

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Moon.

Ciao my sailor

Can you see the Sun

rising from the East line of the world?

Do you love her?

I know you will do.

She’s beautiful and so are you.

The night is over.

My silver anchor can’t stay.

The sky now is hers.

Oh dear, my sailor!

Sleep, sleep and let me kiss you gentle.

Then you’ll know there was once:

a moonlight in you.

Au revoir, my sailor.

The wind.

I kept chasing the Sun.

Then, suddenly a wind touched me hair.

His skin was sandy

and his breath was arid.

I remember Him-

the clearest image of all summers.

Little.

Brightly glow as the sun might

It is still up and timely dies

Shamed by your little light 

Shining through day and night

Guiding this sole weary kind

To his longed-for certain life

Residing by your side.

Closer.

I sat on a sunny balcony-

when a bird told me you were now in my country.

My heart. paused.

A sun-drop mingled on the green green leaves.

Coral sun colored my cheeks just suddenly.

“Ah, yes”…my lips murmured secretly,

“He is coming closer to me”.

ANOTHER DAY.

I don’t count

days we’re apart.

another day

ends_

when the sun

goes down

like gold.

 

In a glittering

river of time,

floats my body.

My mind is lost

in theĀ riverhead

of time

when the sun

is dead.

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