Under a canopy
Of twig and twine
I sit and ponder;
After you I pine.
I am not hiding
My face from you,
Merely from the world,
Not from the few.
Come find me here
In my retreat
Of grass and dew,
Mushrooms and leaves.
I wait, my love.
For you alone
Do not hinder
My love has grown.
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