form dewdrops of sorrow,
or the golden smiles of dandelions,
around the hazelnut orchards -
stay awhile, it's too beautiful
to leave, lie beneath the boughs -
wind slippers my toes
fog my fuzzy pantaloons
tell no truths I cannot bear -
flower faerie rings,
the magic of dreams girds me,
and below the cherry blossoms,
below the plums, beside rose bushes,
from the dust I rise to dawn
good morning
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