Change
So light, he lie on the stream’s smoothed pebbles;
The waves spread their arms around him;
Openly press themselves to his body;
All the world seeps from his body;
He and the waves are one;
So feels he the joy of changing moments.
And yet, and sadly so, he drags the precious
hours of this fugitive life for nothing
if he forget each lovely little blessing.
Bring back those lost memories;
So sweet, the kiss of the second
wet by the lips of the first.
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