How sad they are standing
face to face
the trees in love.
Their heels touch
deep in the ground,
but in their bodies
the lust
always remains unfulfilled.
Rustling sickly
words of love
as other bondmen wait
for a touch
for a hug
always hoping for the wind to blow.
But how to get enough of love?
waiting for the wind?
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