To my beloved.
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Citrus fruits are blooming.
The yellow of the ears as far as the eye can see..
Linden is smoking like a censer.
They shout in chorus.
My hands, my feet, my eyes..
The laurel stretches its leaf through the gap.
My heart is in reproach.
What's this to you?.
While I've fallen into a dark day.
Really, what's any of this to me?.
The snow of so many mountains is falling on my head.
The mirrors of my inner self are breaking.