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Falling the summer’s wet skies are
Been craving them we have
Led and silver mornings of ours are
Been tasted on our tongues they have

Touching from distance
Virgin soft cure
Locked with no resistance
And oblivion to endure

Steppes of thoughts
Glide down the air
Yours is thread of living
That’s nothing to compare

Rising the evening’s misty eyes are
Have been taking them we all
Ink and tender nights of ours are
Have been drawing them we both

Trees are swaying core by core
Are flowing the autumn children unborn yet
Moors and woods are seeping through our lore
What’s done and what to become with never known regret

Touching from distance
(Your) voice’s soft cure
Disclosed with no resistance
And harsh note to endure

Pure strings of thoughts
Slide up the air
Yours is gift of loving
That’s never to despair