Hands stretched
Hands stretched
On the deck of the heavens
To reach the night of stars
And of the voluptuous white moon
The dawn is sensuous turning and
Overturning on her downy couch.
The day is closing
But
Till midnight deep
Strikes
Its ominous peals
The day drags on:
The end still comes.
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