I wonder about your kiss.
Is it the taste of sweet oranges?
Now Spring hovers at my lips and my
hair is filled with flowers.
For you a crown of ferns and twigs
plucked between stones of a river.
Wrapped in the arms of a gentle breeze
I fear we will never kiss
still my memory loves you.
A Little Night Music…
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