Then, when there's no sun
We're baskin under light
Of stars, as they prance
Out there, roundaroun'
And through massive clouds
We yet sense they breath
Its breeze - as la berceuse -
Castin cure on sleepin brains
03/15/2016 © Neran Sati
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