Let the wind hear my voice
as I pass by your window,
let my soul not reveal to you
what my heart has won.
Let the cries of the soul
play within the harmony,
bringing back to me the calm
so I don't lose myself in agony.
Let the lights ignite the palm
of what bursts along the path,
lighting the sky on time
while I tip my hat.
Let love not be uncovered,
for then I don't wish to shout,
but I wait patiently by your door
with the attentiveness of a beggar.
J.H.C.M.
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