When i
Think you
Believe me
Moments enchante`s
See me through...
For i dream...
Like a dream of a day
When no waves arrive
No turbulence...
No movement...
No thing stirs...
And i
By your eyes
Take a move...
A flight...
As if a light
Enters...
And
i so much buddhist become
That uninhabitation
Creeps slow sure
In me,
As if
i realise a monsoon
Within
A spring too
And autumn even
And summer green octave and sestet
And even a glorious rhyme seven
Stanzaic!
And
Hear you
Saying
'Vous me voyez a` travers...'
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