muses come and go,
I'm like giving time,
in the absence inexorable
which you cover in the morning,
to moonlight in the air,
that delight,
the ease with which you speak ,
Everything is clear in your words,
miss being as waiting
your eyes on my back,
your protector hug.
On wet pavement,
your steps appear
dropwise'm waiting
that ray of moon
that my sun shines.
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