Strolling down the wooded track,
Sunlight peers through a break in the trees.
Caught in its glare, my heart ascends,
As I resolve to tell her.
She walks ahead; the light is tossed among her auburn curls.
I stand shaded, trapped in dread,
Resolves fading in the sober earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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