Ñañaña #2

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You blossomed in the night
to wither
in the morning of mine

With rage I was suppose to rag you
but in place I flew away from you

Fear put me far.

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When will I see you again?
That day could I regain,
or would I just remain?

I remind you this day
you were looking that way
I was watching your face.

I saw you, you saw me
And then we departed
without thoughts told.
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Far from fear,
not from thee,
I hope one day
I can be.

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