Through
your drops
lights up
the glow of the moon
the ferry
is the eye of your eye
through
which your spirits pass.
Your eyes
are a gift
that I can
live in
your toes
count to twelve
you write
letters to me
I hardly
understand
from a
secondary school
in early
spring
feet born
again and dipped in water
is so close
to the eye of the needle
feet born
again and dipped in water
is so close
to the eye of the needle.
Your eyes
are everything
your eyes
see
only the
seed that I sowed
through
which your spirits pass.
Your packed
suitcase is wall
which I can
live behind
love counts
to twelve
you write
letters to me
I hardly
understand
from a
secondary school
in early
spring
feet born
again and dipped in water
is so close
to the eye of the needle
feet born
again and dipped in water
is so close to the eye of the needle.
your eyes see
only the seed that I sowed
through which your spirits pass.
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