C 'is the sun
in the waves breaking
the rocks
in the clouds
that run on the mountain
the sound of a train
that part
coming
in the scent of roses three
evening sea
in Red heralded
of poppies in the wind
in the petals of a pink cabbage
born in your garden
waters without ever
of sea and river
the brilliance
of your eyes
nostalgia
that runs in the evening
... ... there will always be the sun
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