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SONNET 25 (OF DEW DROPS ON GRASS)

Bring me some light, o' passers by, and breeze
Bring me salt, shadows and melancholy
For the new Sun I have and the dying moon
And the horizons, endless sights unseen

The smell of earth and the rhythm of its song
Its rain, its fog, the life and thunders long
Bring me summers, autumns and lonely springs
The tears, laughters, joy and anguish they bring

Handful moments stay on one blade of grass
Sparkling like a pearl ... vanishing in the heat
'wish I had the curse of eternity
to shed some tears warm and some laughters deep

For I need some salt, and warmth of the Sun
One night's sojourn, love, then I will be gone...

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