All my world and my garden
and the careful waters
from the faithful azure
from the North are lighting up
now, a breath is cracking
the lazy images of the mountains
others speak hard ‒ I flower
but the flower doesn’t bloom
for you the cloud is much more
from his fragrance the light
is risky, you hide in the uterus
of the dusky loneliness.
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