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Elf

 If 

You want, 

I will leave this universe.

I will fly away like a piece of

Cloud, 

To the far Unknown.

In that undiscovered darkness

I have to go beyond 

Myself.

In the conversation of birds,

I see

My days like an elf to be

Going on.


With the golden afternoon

At its beak, flies 

The hawk.

As 

The Moon rises

The Night's sky is Unable 

To talk.

If you come with the waves 

of a Blue Ocean, 

As 

Your dress.

For you, I may become Rain

In an unidentified 

Address.


One day, 

I want to be Rain, at the 

Day end.

If

A shower of leaves covers

The Horizon.

I know,

You will live like A Light 

In the Dew.

To bring new Morning.

Only 

I will not be there

To Attend.


Where 

My mind wants to know 

His end.

Where your love is special

And wants a Blend.

Where 

In the divided way, 

Silence 

Merges Upon,

There 

I want to be your Poem,

Urread and 

Alone.

© Kdee14

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