without request
she was knocking
the door of the grass
she was crying with rain
to the windows of fire
she wished
she had been a
part of his heaven
but later she learned
that indeed
there were neither doors
nor windows:
just the whispering waves
just the sky full of stars
just the wind that was him
in the solitude of
his freedom
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from 'Entropy of Love'
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