Fall gently cool rain
For I am fragile to
Wash away my tears
Rooster cooing soft
Lulling hen to gentle sleep
Greeting the gold dawn
The first to greet me
silver dawn knocking for me
Sweeping away all night
Does morning morn
for its lover the night
Does the sun long
to caress the sweet moon
in a lovers swoon
Hands signing beauty
Lips remain silent
Love does not need speech
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