I come near to you, lonley, with my shadow
To hear the music of your rippling
That, gently, kissing at the brink of my medow
Where I stand like a sappling
In the river of your soul, to caress
With my tender leaves uopn your forhead
Or to shed it all like the drops of my tear as to confess,
If my deep roots never knew the flow of your river bed
Where flowing your deep-love for me
To grow me as a tree
In your love, to protect you from dark-cloud
As I never want a heavy shower
In my being with the drops of your blood
For blooming the dreams of my fallen
flower.
Tree
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