Maybe you didn't know how to see
my face in the moon
From there I contemplated
Every step that you took.
Maybe you did not notice
That my tears
From a cloud
Watered your desires,
Imploring the sky
That they sprouted.
Maybe you ignore
That I became wind
To come up to you
Every morning
And caress your face,
Sweetheart,
When wrapped in the sadness
you missed me.
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