all over green humid meadows
from the dew
we paddled early on in life
I let down my hair
and barefooted I ran
shaking with my mane
and you for me pick
white and pink
clovers, daisies
some wild fawn
flowers, of which names
today I don't remember
very green holidays
smelt of the calamus
and floors were
fresh polished
and at dawn
you kissed me
into the lips like today...
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Poem very much nicely written, charming and romantic.