It was still dark when I woke up.
Petals of a fanciful vision left me one by one
Like flowers falling off from the coiffure of a fleeting fairy.
The din of the earth
Trapped now
In my body of thorns;
And, the subtle curiosity of the vision retreating,
Like a transient shadow.
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