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Important

I could fill your deserted landscape

with delicate daffodils and violets

and slowly grow them in profusion.

I could express myself with pompous terms,

for each emotion accurate metaphors provide,

and explain the ambiguous chaos of our worlds.

But none of those things in fact matter,

to waste my time in search of phones and words,

not if it is impossible for me to hear you coming.

Please, slowly approach here,

to this holy, precious spot,

dunno make me yell anymore.

Come, smell my spring flowers,

come, settle in my autumnal garden,

come, I long to become your lover.

Embrace the unique opportunity

to make it to the unattainable ideal

to turn this utopia into something real.

Let's witness sparkling little light bulbs

so timidly shining in pitch dark;

let's give ourselves this special chance.