Facial tranquiliy
Unmeasured depth of the lonely black lake
The solitude of soul,Nomadic owl of frosty blue nights
Soliloquy of sighs,
Thin cries of skies ooze on yellow desert
And squall in heart,
Howls of suffering in woman’s red eyes.
Be the stone,
That plucks strings of the surface lake
Or the companion in dark
That flies with bird and keeps him awake
That drop from heavens
Which travels a universe to die on his lips
Else innocence of a child,
That soothes her cries in the nights of eclipse.
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