My strech
On rising bed
Is you.
In morning
The far-fung sunshine
Is you.
The grass
Bathed on dew drops
Is you.
The sight
Of a forlic dove
Is you.
My only thought
In my hollow heart
Is you.
The slide between my steps
Towards you
Is you.
The weariness in long evening
Is you.
The knocking
At my dream's door
Is you.
My song
You are mine, only mine
Is also you.
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