dream sleeps the moon this evening
cold morning and the perigee of a large orange flower
dawn.
White as the orange blossom as a whiplash unexpected, sudden this morning
of cold and still winter.
A winged flower, a bird on the branch
lost, forgotten of the flock, which sated absences
nests in the orchard near the marsh. Laugh the ditch
paradox of the heron in the garden surrounded
whiteness in the green leaves of the orange. Garza
anchorite who meditates his solitude
like an arrow through the cold fog.
Shake your slumber, finally
heron and
the tree breaks off in a flutter
path of the moon and his flock.
vanity of life and beauty. This sad look
vanishes in a cold mist
tear this poor tomorrow.
cold morning and the perigee of a large orange flower
dawn.
White as the orange blossom as a whiplash unexpected, sudden this morning
of cold and still winter.
A winged flower, a bird on the branch
lost, forgotten of the flock, which sated absences
nests in the orchard near the marsh. Laugh the ditch
paradox of the heron in the garden surrounded
whiteness in the green leaves of the orange. Garza
anchorite who meditates his solitude
like an arrow through the cold fog.
Shake your slumber, finally
heron and
the tree breaks off in a flutter
path of the moon and his flock.
vanity of life and beauty. This sad look
vanishes in a cold mist
tear this poor tomorrow.
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