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In a forest without any trees
where feelings and memories
superimoposed by an image of you
are caught on the morning dew
Swim in a lake at the first light of day
where children and swans go to play,
right in the wake of your perfect body
and sing of unity
An English garden where willows grow tall
their shadows caught on a wall
The sound of weeping so soft in the breeze
a buzzle of falling leaves
A night has many shades
it can last for many days
and hurt in many ways
like the force of a rising tide
when the moon floats by
