Come in the spring forest
trembling on the gravel,
where the furrows porch
branches hide left.

and my arms stretched out
to run on my chest fall
let me wave emerging from the crown,
pick it up from the cheek .

on my knees sit-will,
we will be all alone,
and the hair creepy
or to your bath linden flowers.

white-yellow brown hair
on my arm ceased to sleep,
leaving my mouth prey
yours sweet lips....

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