When the sprightly morning breeze touches my face,
When the hurried day gradually mingles in slow motion,
When the darkness of the night is cracked by thunder,
I search
Not for another one, not those locked-up moments,
Nor the frozen dewdrops, from the autumn of yesteryears!
The un-awareness churning in half-dream,
Bubbles of boiling water!
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