Good morning to those who

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breathlessly run, always expecting to stumble upon a wolf or a fox. A fairy, if only.

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dance in the clearing or run after fireflies among the bushes, crazy for love;

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never forget the transit of a fallen star;

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while the morning moon is crumbling down,

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stopping her futile wandering

 

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to shape to my feeling, eventually.

 

Happy Valentine’s Day.