Out of my view
I see you
Going left to right
As hard as rock
You know how to knock
Yet you retain your might
Gentle flower needle
Nothing you can’t handle
But your own fright
Three flowers and a heart
Disappears in the dark
And yearns for night
Nothing across the frame
You’ll never name
But hold tight
(c) Marc Noël 1998
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