Tiny white sails cross
the sea and draw near: postcards
from faraway worlds.
Alone in my bed
covered in darkness: cannot
dream of Spring flowers.
Find the world anew:
here these looks of wonderment
of a wide-eyed child.
Feverishly I strive
to paint the morning light: too
quickly colours change.
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