I am repeatedly uncertain
How to embark on any
Branches of your body
Like a parrot who
holds in her mouth
the first branches
for her new nest.
I am frequently tentative
How to pour on any
Leaves of your body
Like dew drop which
Keeps in its eyes
The last tears
For its sorrows.
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