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Now is dawning

rays of morning

garden welcomes day

I still hear you

Istill touch you-my voice fly

to stalks which border your body

to your body which sleeves hard night

to universe named by you

stop being just copy of sad life

sad turn to riches

wake just call you

turn , the gate is right there

I reached to you

to many times

you don’t let me to miss sunrise

probably your gesture-after all

you are made by stone

maybe I talked to you through my eyes.