he was waiting for me
and I was so afraid to leave
leave for dreams
where the grass is lengthened by trembling
and opens like an arm
when you run one after the other
like a herd of white horses
joining with the tenderness
in the eyes of knowing mares
and the playful shyness of foals
you touch dreams so high
with your bare feet
that it only smells
like milk and white chocolate
and the silver wind carries white lily flowers
to the edge of the abyss
where the universe begins
his eyes
look through all the lights of the stars
and I feel their whispers and commotions
like us
like us
like us
we see you
how happy you are
We see you, dear
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