January 15, 1970 (bsn)
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19700115                         Desire                         Joie de Vivre                         Senses

It’s dawn
The sound of birds singing
Has not reached my ears,
But it’s on its way.

The dark night is
Eagerly waiting for the first
Grey fingers of breaking day
To soften the sky.

It’s even too early for the stars
To disappear,
But they are fading.
Dawn is coming.

I am just sitting here, enjoying
Being alive and I wanted to share
This moment with you, but I
Just have time to say, “I love you”,

For I must now chase butterflies
In green meadows
That lie somewhere Beyond the horizon.