Night, you dropped the moon in water
and the hem of her pitcher
touched me
with predictions of ice.
But as I expected, came
the waiting, I fell in love crafty
before breaking.
My tears of bitterness
eyes opened
seas as she tempted me with snakes
diamond.
I followed a thread of light ...
wavy flows resist the charm
suggestive of algae.
should refuse to listen to the pod, transferred
closures,
fish is not
destination pair with the moon.
Ah ... I wanted to reach him
I set my mirrors
to
enjoyed the beauty of my restless body. Nothing
enough. Submerged
The thread did not want my love
though I was waiting, waiting
the
came in my sea of \u200b\u200bsimilarities.
What matters now
Night
you do
raining stars to sea,
if my eyes, my veiled eyes
by a moonbeam
have stayed still.
From Autumn Ochre, fires that do not go
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