Rise in the morning

The light climbs as if it were growing wisely.

Forsythia clears heat from the soil

standing upright

at the window, handing out golden pills.

I feel by being in the morning light

A kind of grace

I am dull and sickly because of my foolishness, and I rise in the morning countless times

afterwards

Have the simple desire to

To say good morning to you.

Darling, I want to open my eyes every day

I want to say to you: Good morning.

My dearest

I would like someone to write me a letter

Beginning with: My dearest

Even if it is followed by a blank space

That would be my dearest

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