Green Skirt
Where the mist has torn
The hills are the colours of spring
The sky is whitening
Not many stars are left
The fragment of moon is going out
But your face in the early light
Glitters
Now we must separate
After all the words
Nothing is eased
Turn your head - I have something to add
You will remember
My skirt of green silk woven loosely
The new grass will remind you of it everywhere

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