your laughter must raise
waterfall foam
and spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh of the night
day, the moon,
laugh at the streets
crooked island,
the awkward laugh
boy who loves you
but when I open
eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light spring
but never your laughter
I would die.
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