Slow
Slow the waters glide
Slow
The snows the peaks
And mountains
Slide
The waters
Shine their eyes
And twinkle
With delight
Of twilights pined
And
Dawns full of new
Lights.
White lights
White lights
And constant Dawns
Black days
Black nights
Wiped off the board
By dewy eyes
Ofburning starlight
It be day
It be day
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