Penumbra
On the shadows of the wall
Make up on tired eyes
Of beauty
Still the waters glide
Somewhere beautiful
Still the Time glides
Hand in hand with motion
There’s a Pandora’s box
Of thoughts and small-winged
Nymphs and fauns and satyrs
All want to navigate away from this night
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