Drown me
In your deep blue sea, there
Where I first saw my reflection on the
Clear water of your turbid ocean.
Walk with me
Through your blond, ripe fields, there
Where I first felt the softness of futility in
Each grain of golden wheat.
Taste for me
The sweetness of your apple, the one
That turns to bitter cider as soon
As the sharp wind enters its core.
Feel on me
The shiver of your winter, the shiver
That burrows under my skin every time your
Soft snow covers me.
Dance with me
On the lace clouds of your sky, there
Where I weaved the whistle of my first melody
With the silver threads of your song.
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