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these mountains that I see…

oh…they make me feel

so…

deep in these woods where I used to play…

…as a child…

a lonely end… all that rest…

an empty room and the sad

remembrance of lost days

how I would like to stay… ( a little more )

in the garden where I sleep

deeply… at  night

the lake calls my name

and I…I gently attend

to the very meeting

with my pain…

alone… again

nothing at all

in the world

would make me refuse… the call

for ever tear a kiss…

for ever tear a lost…

a hell of missing dreams

as heaven is above.

I recognized my dreams…but they don't let me go….

(a comatose state)