Few lines!
Few lines!
But this
Let
Not
Dogmatic
Be.
Even
The
Nights
Be
The
Same
Night
After
Night.
Outside
I
Heard
A sound
And
Then
The
Same
Old silence.
Crafty
Sweet
Sounds
No
Longer
Play
Last
Played
And
It
Was
Dusk
Red
Dusk
Not more
Then
Not more.
I heard the waters
Gurgle
The oars ply
The magic vessel
Shoot
Ferret dark waves
And fade
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