what word is more than love or has love's mouth
to touch your skin
or wander on the opening of the kiss and
moan, sigh, want its name
which is unchanging
the swan alone, who never comes again
or the little summer snowflakes
quivered on the stem
or shot
are only fallen from the pen
bloodless
lies
while the word and all it is to fall in love will ever rise.
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