I want
I want a poem
I want a poem about
I want a poem about trees
From which beauty will flee like a flock of frightened birds
Into the falling blue sky , the sky that I now have to save
Grane verses, leafy verses that dance with the wind
Those eyelashes of the meadow, they blink, they search around their face
That ship that the rhymes break, who is sinking now, whom I have to save
I have her! I have a! A song about trees!
I have it! I have a! To the memory of beautiful words!
I'm asking for a song
I'm asking for a song about
I'm asking for a song about trees
To tell me about life and tell me what's wrong like a lonely old woman for every year
And there are so many years that I will never count them
Roots are deep, roots are wise, I will never discover them
Å apÄe angry, Ä¡ÄÄe sweetly disconnected sentences
He is looking for his grave in me, he says he appreciates me
And that only I exist
I have her! I have a! A song about trees!
I have it! I have a! To the sound of beautiful words!

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