What I deserve is to recline
My head to the side
Of your shoulder
With a subtle movement.
Tenderly and calmly
Tonight, see the flower
That becomes
The growing and fertile moon.
I pray that its almighty
Strength may grow
Before the dawn
And within the valley
Of dry bones
With which it is carpeted
The way to understanding,
A single red rose
In the shape of a heart.
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