It’s your kiss I miss,

it’s your presence I endear,

your shadow is my shelter.


Your hands I need today,

your smile to take me far away,

away of here, now, the yellow trees.


Your gentle touch I desire

the burning, melting fire;

storm to destroy my harbour.


Your tears I want to drink

and dream you, every night,

see your face after every blink.


All the winter mornings, nights!

You will be my homeless prayer,

until I find my home of stars.
Summer kiss, it is you I miss…


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