I came to find
Among these poplars
The state of grace
The fleeting shadow
That one chases
To follow its perfect trace
To see this curious game
That cannot be drowned
Under the threat
Of passing time
I have the tenacious vision
Of the virgin space
That our budding loves
Took up
Under many memories
I have the unique pleasure
Of your silence
Of your trust
Come, I will be wise
If you kiss me
Our budding loves
What about them now
Tell me, do you have children
Does their innocence
Sometimes tempt you
And their silences
And their trust

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