What can occur
invests the weather, also,
but the trees, again,
are in bloom.
The day will not
be less than that. I
am writing to you,
wishing to be rid of
these confusions. You
have so largely
let me continue, not
as indulgence but
then to say I
have said, and will,
anything is so
hard, at this moment.
In my mind, as
ever, you occur. Your
face is such
delight, I can
see the lines there
as the finest
mark of ourselves.
Your skin at moments
is translucent. I
want to make love
to you, now. The world
is the trees, you,
I cannot change it,
the weather
occurs, the mind
is not its only witness.
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