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Pal

If you were a fisherman
maybe I am the pond

which freezes in winter
to contemplate with your zeal

in the spring I am a butterfly
who dances in front of you in the sunlight

the blossom of a fruit tree
the moonlight in the dark night

and you getting lighter than my dream
climbs into the trees of the dream landscape.



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