Delicately, you say nothing
your shoulders are enough to m'ombrer;
on inclinations and muddy alleys
your steps ahead of mine ...
Night weakens,
the sweet song of the stars,
melts in silence,
like a dream in darkness.
But the dawn is emerging
quietly in the glow of pink;
with the taste of a simple delight
it awakens my lips ...
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