Where the wind becomes manifest
ever widening points of stars and
circles scatter on the sea
and a lone but happy boat passes out
far
The reverie of dusk arrives
akin to floating in a warm pool, to an
opiate glide
and the darkness caresses with softness
all desires
You will find her
the child of another world living in
your heart
peeping through her fingers with a wide
uninhibited smile
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