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Take the dawn’s first light from me, if you wish,

take the morning’s promise away, take away

The birdsongs, but

do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take from me the rise and fall,

of the words you pluck from the air,

the rhythm that suddenly

bursts forth from you,

the sudden bouquet

of cherry blossoms born in you

That leaves a scent on my heart. 

My longing is harsh and I live

with eyes tired

at times from having seen

the unchanging horizon alone,

but when your laughter enters

it floats on the wind, seeking me

and opening the windows

of my solitary life.

It is you I love, in the desperate hours

your laughter promises a new day,

and if unabashedly, 

you see my blood staining

the ground along empty streets,

sing, because your voice

will be for my wounds

like the healing hand of God.