ONE
May is
the blossom
of a new para-
dise
TWO
I taste two
fragrances
in your
voice
THREE
By the Blue
Lake, hand in
hand, we admire
a nameless
flower
FOUR
Morning sun
shines
on the collection
of passion
FIVE
We grow
beautiful
in waiting
in being
SIX
At either end
of longing, the train
whistles . . . .
On the platform
kissing lovers
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