At Thanksgiving each year
A turkey that hit the jackpot
Will visit the Whitehouse and be spared from being slaughtered
In the president’s smile and blessing
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Except love,
I can manage all things.
Even losses into gains I can turn.
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Let’s pace into the pastoral
To and fro where rape-seeds bloom bright
And yellow flowers are prettified by circles sunlight.
White clouds write down their heartstrings in the azure blue
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I can’t remember on which day
Your butterfly flew into my garden
I can’t remember on which day
The smell of my flowers wafted your balcony.
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If
You get restless and shed tears for me
How can I love not your face pale and peaky
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Come and go on the petite globe
Confused I find the figure dear
I spend thousands of years religious seclusion
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The door which I’ve been craving for,
Desperately, for its being opened for me
Out of day in the night
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It turns out that poems are radiant bodies
Which only need to be kindled.
You come
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There aren’t blurring tears
Nor hesitating tones
On the writing paper
Just my fault between all the lines.
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