Make me feel
that you are still mine
on a midday
shower me with rain
at night
peep to my window like the moon
or be the wind at dawn
make my hair rise
in the morning
when i stare at the ceiling
or when i sit
at the veranda facing the sea
seeing a boat
sailing alone at sea
be my sunrise
be my brewing coffee
be my maple syrup
to my pancake
make me feel
that you are around
be the spirit
to my body.
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