yellow sun
warm in weeks
warming cheeks
i face you
my arms covered,
quaking,
limp in the last legs
of winter
/
pearl blue sky
today
of all days
i trust you
deeply
and follow longingly
along the crests
of each mountain
and maybe
one cloud
to your whitening
edge, one edge
of your truness,
your whole
/
blazing sunset
of tonight
who i have not met
and only dream of
today
of all days
weeks cold
will settle and pass
today
i first think of you
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