Like anise at dawn
I would flood the air
That your steed might find
Faster the path of my loneliness
I'll be weaker than the cloud
High above the volcano
Falling in the first wind
I would be softer
Than the green pistachio
Coming apart between your teeth
To blend in your blood
Reinvented from the originals by Martin Maria Kohtes
and Wendell Anton Piez
Thank u so much for this beautiful input!
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