How
to love
quietly
what
wasn’t
seen before —
leaves
or trees,
their shadows,
what
did I know,
what did I know —
to be
woken by
a memory
of
something
one thought gone,
which
is what
is wanted,
which is
a song.
How
to love
quietly
what
wasn’t
seen before —
leaves
or trees,
their shadows,
what
did I know,
what did I know —
to be
woken by
a memory
of
something
one thought gone,
which
is what
is wanted,
which is
a song.