You broaden your desire
base, by legitimacy,
ignoring the will of
storm-ravaged sea.
As the sun meets the
falcon, I will give you
a call, that demons were
entering into the dreams.
The time stoops to pick
up the wounded peacocks.
The red hibiscus will write
your name on the wall of bricks.
This was a swan song
before our parting. The
darkness will find the stars
hiding behind the strewn
feathers of the blind moon. |
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