Confirmity
Of the slow glow on the mountains
In the cloudless morning
Or the trust of the trees in the veins of air
Whirl wind or calm breeze
Calamity opens eye calmly
In the evening that arrived too early
As red is written on the corner of blue sky
The tree that is night in its branches nestles
And heals
The bountiful faith
Erases everything that is red
Restores conformity of the day and night
Of constellation of stars
Who on the branches and leaves decorate
The ageless night
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