verts
fruits flowers leaves and branches
this heart and this mind beat as they ripe
all their outlines arise as i glance
not one of them is white but my eye

rue
look at the figs
the seeds like the stars in the sky
no need to remember, they always come back
look at the figs
they have a way like fish in the waves
can’t find any better, not a lighting nor a fetter

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