Listen to the dive of a sea-gull,
And to a blooming bud.
Open your palm
And uncrumble the feather.
You lived in tiny summers of love,
Between sighs and longing.
I swam in winter pools,
Like mist on window panes.
Now, in autumn,
I want to walk on burning coal
To douse the ember in your glance.
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