Sea of silent waves of fear
In a day with no shaft cold wind flies
Empty short-breathed light
Which threatens the dreaming mind.
On stars' offing choler's strong
The young moon and them alone
Caressed gently by whispers of darkness
While nightingales sing songs of gloom.
Sleepless nights had to pass
Giving mind sweet charms.
Young secret ripples slowly,
In this time of unholy hour.
Smell of pace from eternal depths
Entwined by wave of day, amenity
Comes veritable azure muse
Night envies her black.
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