Don't love me,
Don't love me,
Please don't touch me (I am poisoned)
But
Let me run barefoot through the morning
Dew, and caress the
Vines, when they bloom,
Let me
Get drunk with the rays of the day,
And I'll make you sleep like a bird in its nest,
For you, I will hold
All summer rains in my arms
…Only for you
I will carry all summer rains, I'll carry them
In my arms,
Like a heart on fire...
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2025
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