I`m staring
at the ladder,
set against
the tree, sometimes
is sunny
sometimes
it rains
your face
next to mine
is a memory-
a taste of
white
cherries.
****
Your presence
scatters me
as a sand
your presence
in green
and black-
strange
how I didn`t
notice
you before.
****
My, my, my
Brown lashes
Your, your, your
Colorful eyes-
Our beautiful
Palms
Soft and white
Are kissing
Drowsily
The everlasting
Melody, melody, melody.
This I wrote in the mountain, while I was with my close friend P.
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