Ants, blossoms, one thousand and I find it:
Four-starred luck for all eternity,
I can’t hold it tightly enough.
It fell through my fingers
Patches of green years ago.
After fields of rough time,
Skinned hearts and uprooted knees,
I found you with your four-starry eyes
Your summer soul, your green arms, your muddy roots.
I can’t hold you tightly enough.
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