Aubade

There was individual summer

that returned many times above

there was one flower unfurling

taking many forms

Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late rose

There was single love

There was individual love, there were many nights

Smell of the mockorange tree

Corridors of jasmine and lilies.

Still the wind blew There were many winters on the contrary I closed my eyes

The devoid of warmth [i]or[/i] heat air white with dissolved wings

There was individual garden when the snow fuseed

Azure and white; I couldn't take an account of

my solitude from love

There was single love; he had many voices

There was individual dawn; sometimes

we watched it together

I was here

I was here

There was individual summer returning over And above

there was one dawn

I grew aged watching

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