The star responded to a light
Sunset zoomed under the moon,
Evening plummeting into the night,
Activities recede to the humble room.
Morning mist wipe away the darker shade,
Prowling fog lengthen inside the filtering dew,
And baptism wash away the sins we made,
To go into the fountain and be born anew.
Watching the wrinkled leaves disappear
And younger limbs fluid and boundless,
Spring the smell of dream in the air,
Taste the caramel sky stored in heavens closet.
I found the news in early misty morning,
Ease the mysterious aches and pains,
With old cards and letters folded in a warning
Watch as death sneers back down the drains.
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