An advent of my dreams from long ago I saw
All of a sudden
The child of Mother Earth herself
Who leaves the earth to fly at dawn
She shares my name
My love is bird-like
Sharp and swift
And if that’s so
I dare to ask like one man asked -
Will thee once be my bird
I cannot tell which scent your hair holds
You’re close to eye yet far away
Much further that just miles
Although I bet it streams of hay
Of honeysuckle
Linden honey
Each season suits your bare hands
I wish they always felt warmth only
And maybe once I’ll feel it too
Mon quai
Ich warte auf dich
XII
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