I don't love you as the mountains
who looked down, stared out to the villages
that terraces.
praising the Lover
I don't love you as the birds
gathering and whistling
flying-cut in half
singing the song of worship
I love you without to be
the mountains and the birds
only love as presence
so I love you because of you:
ran to me while i step to you
so warmed, till my heart beating in your chest
sweating from my skin pore
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