you stand
and tower
in such a beautiful
pose like
the sun
radiating
i will be the
silent admiring
green
frog
waiting for
the rain
at night you be
my moon
i will be the marsh
by the river
floating as
your bed
this morning
i will be the
window's shutters
waiting for
the light coming
from your fingers
tonight
be my anticipation
feed me more
of your illusions
for i am a dream
gasping for more
i am this
shortest moment
that is about
to die
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