How beautifully you stand here, and you even make me
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How beautifully
you stand here,
and you even make me
a little afraid.
From your crown
the wind
shamelessly stole
the last leaves
and left in the fog
the instantly orphaned
gaps
How beautiful…
You were so close:
those leaves
and the memory in the bark,
scratched out by someone's
rough hand —
"Me and You".