I said good-bye
to her
and flew away
to sough
where
the colorless
corn fields
run eagerly
into my skin
their growing
yellow
stems- I met her
again on
the morning.
I was kissing him
at the twilight
under the trees,
in the forest,
beyond the hill,
turned into
shadows
leaves.
****
June:
the baby
I feel
it`s nestled
deep inside me
tenderly
humbly
moving with
little hands.
****
Dedicate a song
to me-
a song for
a white
for summer
for winter
for the town
for me-
my face.
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