All my past images
Breath, Thy
Familiar air, and
You are not distant
My friend, when
I heave thee
In my warm bosom
Ever if I
Name thee not, my
Celestial blinking, will
Ever twinkle, orbing
Thy love!
That 'which' I express
By my poesy, here
'I' can not express in my language.
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