I came up from the dark without you,
and every day has been in shadow.
I have begged the tide to wash away my sin,
and take me to you . . . in the dark.
but every day, I surface again.
but in the spring, I'm betrayed by the new earth.
with you in my heart, then i'm borne again a green bud.
I am borne again . . . blooming.
Patetisk, men dog poetisk.
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