Poem

how many hours Ill wait standing here, I will cross the legs and think of you, while the rain drops fall suddenly from the window, there wont be space for mental illness, the young tree will grow and I will watch it blossom, there wont be formula for error, my eyes will rest while I look at your face, 100 years of you, 1000 thousand steps with you, and there will be many hours. mountains full of dust, moving hair with ribbons flying, what color do you like?, there is a place where the birds play, join the chorus, think of the secret garden where I plant 4 flowers for you, the golden gate is a remainder of the hot summer when we use to run, cover the windows of your room with the white courtains, your long hair belongs to the silent eco, tell me why you keep waiting, when I let you know of my past and there will be too many hours. Sit close to me, this is who You áre, close your legs, mover your neck and blink, the room the hearth and the leaves Will spread a sweet flavor , your inocence is gone but still there Will be too Many hours.

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