And like a body crosswise in a bier
On top I place my pen
My favorite dark blue one
I write you with white pages
Overlaid with hieroglyphic birds
Leaving or returning depending
On where you stand in the light
I love you sunshine you are
A dear person equally all night
We can feel you through the earth
Grandmother sunshine
God-mother summer or fall
Lie down on my small pages
And sleep my pen your all
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