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I could wake the day
With vine hides within my breath

I could wake the day
With space between my fingers

I could wake the day
Where the swords sheath within the tree

I could wake the day
If hour run behind its race

I could wake the day
When the stream flows beneath its feet

I could wake the day
If the cloud brews its darkness

I could wake the day
If the dusk throws down its ceasing valves

I could wake the day
If pour solvens its riddles

I could wake the day
If all-man senses his faults

I could wake the day
If sun speaks hurtly against its tribe

I could wake the day
If Nile agrees to satisfy its offsprings

I could wake the day
If Kilamanjaro could shield its shell

Afterwards I would take a bow
And stretch forward my wing forth
To path where I would draw a white-dove inside a black-paper