the path of our smile,
through our forest of
with Hawk looking down
and Wolf looking up,
I am stuffing myself
as I always eat
when I am lonely.
When I come to the hollow tree
I step inside.
Could not resist,
and I rest a while.
When I reach our stream
the fishes are waiting
to give me a wave
and the smile that I need.
And the forest lights up
as if all suns were shining at once.
There you are,
and my heart,
if it didn't know you
would have fainted at this.
I long for a kiss.
As we tangled our arms
to be greeting each other
I briefly thought:
What I ever would do
if you weren't coming,
and you had gone away.
Then I killed that small floater
And you looked at the colours,
a bluish red, purple
that the berries had left.
And with movements that only
you lingered and kissed me-
I know that you don't
like a mess.
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