Into the half empty sky
The night’s spinning themes
Flowing evenings to die
Into the red yellow dreams
Cleanliness of the flowers
For the twilight to come
Awakening tomorrow hours
Into the dew on a blossom
Each dream submerge to be
From the waves there under
The inside everlastingly sea
Drifting the moments asunder
A mind goes for a moment
To find its mood and matters
With the comings bestowment
That to the directions clatters
The pictures in earth's palettes
Can’t be explained or remade
Like raindrops on rock mallets
Her tunes are in - my every shade
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