Let me be in all the days

there wild strawberries are attached to straws,

there lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades

and chanterelles glow yellow from the groves

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Let me search for four-leaf clovers

Let me pleasuredrown the sorrow

and become the real in me

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Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover

Let me create four-leaf clovers!

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Let me!

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Remaining here was this heart

in its anciently asleep well

to retrieve,

open and carry

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Rising myself

Letting me newkiss the wetlands sun-warmed cloud-berries

in the wilderness where deers dances with elks

while the stars guard the sparks out of the night

with rowan-berries in still sail over the forest lakes

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Rising myself

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It takes a while

before the veils are bending down

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Gone

are dusted membranes