Shall I pretend or hide away my glance
from the rooftops, behind the huge barks
or shadows laid on the ground.
Shall I borrow a magnifying glass to look at you
or climb the wings of a bird to come near.
Tell me dear Bud, what will it take of me, the Sun;
to have the first glimpse of your evangelistic blossom?
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