i was in search of you,
i have looked for you
in the Pelican forests,
in the adoring dreams
of the white birds
from the meadows...
in my search,
a voice seemed to reach me,
cuddling whispers to my senses.
and i glanced back
but i saw none,
except for the lilies that smile
on top of a proud pond.
none, but the chattering branches
of the old thickets by the constrained
wilderness.
and there was you,
in the middle of the red prairie
opening yourself up to me
like a nectar streaming
from the skin of a flower
erupting in my soul
that was brave, hard and
gallant.
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