no more timeless springs of Yours
only salty sands on bodies of Mine
None
No more waters
desert imaginings instead
desert unearthings of light
if not waves under waves
lonely waves alone
of fire
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há uma janela com Enigma e Ferro no quarto da Criação (o esforço dos Símbolos dobra as grades metálicas no equador do meu quarto da Criação)... -
Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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