I have changed the options for you
to see me
to feel me
and to hold me in your breath;
by all this attentive mountains, the soft breeze
the swaying fields, the earthy soil, the flowing brooks
the glowing city bulbs and the running nights
and
When I will be less more
To drowse you a nap
think
I will be braiding your locks
somewhere in the dark skies
with my proper hands
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