Tell me, if I catch you one day
and I kiss your feet,
not so you limp a little then,
to fear do not crush my kiss?
I left you a sign:
Look on the bark of trees just blossomed.
Trace of the hot step on the frozen sand.
Hand on smoky sky.
Fragrance in the cold breeze.
Shadow in the red night.
Flavor on the cup of tea.
Pause between “I am” and “miss. “
… so you do not lose me.
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