I broke off a branch from love
buried the dead in the earth
now look
my garden has blossomed
it is not possible to kill love
if you bury her in the earth
she grows back
if you throw her in the air
she leafs with wings
if into the water
she flashes with gill
if into the night
she shines
so I wished to bury her in my heart
but the heart became a home for my love
my heart opened its heart doors
and rang its heart walls with song
my heart danced on tiptoe
so I buried my love in my head
and the people asked
why is my head the shape of a flower
and why do my eyes shine like two stars
and why are my lips redder than dawn
I grasped love so as to smash it up
but supple it was and braided my hands
and people ask my hands tied by love
whose captive am I
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