and being when you are honest
tell me,
about the hot the sun, then when it is and I can help.
i can see some yellow on your, cotton bottoms.
have you ever felt inside, or spoke these words ot me,
tell me this if ever, when forever that you have.
and having opened soft white clouds, that hang below.
that hang above the moon you say.
the moon the yellow stars, each open fragrant face.
and yellow is the cotton, when the stars upon your face shine from below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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