***
The
fresh window was emptier,
it
didn’t hesitate to unveil
your
mysterious body, Beloved,
when
you are coming so that
I
should gather your breath in a more
gentle
evening with violets
that
scatter your recollection around
in
the indifferent footstep
in
the voice of everyone – you’re
discovering
a wonder from the window
on
the head of the road and you only tried
to
see our lattice.
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