Aralia Poem by Benediktron Stradsor

Aralia



Follow me, O Moon, to see
across the obscure tree leaves
with your mirror,
Come to listen their song
Allude a chord with the arpeggio
¡Don't make a noise! They waft
At the external border of the thought
and almost are not, however always have been...

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