Waiting for me,
you grew wet there
in gentle foothills,
in the dew drops of the mountains--
I wish I'd been such drops of dew.
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Although I come to you constantly
over the roads of dreams,
those nights of love
are not worth one waking touch of you.
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I can give myself to her
In her dreams
Whispering her own poems
In her ear as she sleeps beside me
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